#writephoto #return
He had to come back
He’d completed his journey
Hopping over sands and hills and dales
He enjoyed the vast open planes of the grand canyon and
Hot desert plains of the sahara
However, something was calling him back, so he
hiked across the hills from the local airport, where
at home , mum and dad were waiting
his reward ? crusty bread and Home made soup
Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer. View more posts
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The Inkwell
No place like home ❤️
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This is beautifully written with warmth. Home is where the heart is, or rather, food. 😉
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Lovely
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This left me smiling… it sounds like the adventuring of a small boy, though perhaps that is what all adventurers are at heart 🙂
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A common line used when i came back from the Cumbria , Derbyshire or Lancashire Hills – “Put the Kettle on Father, your sons coming home!!!!” 🙂
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Ye gods butI would love to be up there now… 😉
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Adventures to be had. Like Tom Sawyer.
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Thanks for taking a look at this one. Plenty more on here so feel free to take a look.
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I only spend so much time on each blog as I write on my blog too. 🙂
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