Where the heart is....

Spending time at my Mum's house is always food for my soul. I haven't lived with her since I was 11 years old so I didn't grow up in this house but for some reason it always feels like home. She lives in a small village with my Stepdad and their three dogs - they are surrounded by rolling fields and this time of year is so beautiful there. My Mum and I spent the weekend walking and talking. Her dog Jasmin is the mother of my 9-year old Spaniel, (Missy) so she got to spend time with her Mum as well.

Mum bought her near-derelict cottage and spent years restoring it. Her wild garden is one of my favourite things - blooming with poppies, wild roses, long grasses and buzzing with birds and butterflies. I feel calm and content here. Home is where the heart is...