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baked beans for lunch

OhEmGee.

I hadn't realised quite how much I'd missed Heinz baked beans. On toast. With Cheese.




Yum.

That aside. Here's a small photo tour of the village where my parents live.


The Church. I went to Sunday school here. Well in a little shed behind it anyway. They had youth club there too.

My Primary School (age 6 to 12). It looks so small now, I bet i couldn't even get my bum into the chairs anymore. Only about 70 kids went to it when I was there.


The House Next Door. Just because it is so old and cool.


And finally. One of the few places in England that actually has an old red telephone box left as they seem to be getting rid of them.



P.S. The sky isn't over exposed. That's what England looks like most of the time, hahahaha.

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.

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