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The thing I like about photos like this is that they remind me of the path I took, or the path I'm about to take, anyway.
when we unmasked the white, it hadn't taken to the black layer underneath - our instant decision to wipe of the semi dry paint turned out to be genius - the black came off too taking it back to the original white leaving us with perfect text!
There’s a spring feel as I pass Cockup and the fields open up with the pastoral signs and sounds of farming – a line of smoke rising straight from a small cottage, cows mooing, some geese scrubbing up in a pond.