last sunday, Mamabear and I made the most of the sunny weather and headed out for the day. Both a little bit hungry and in need of a beer garden, we decided to head for the pub for a good ol' Sunday lunch. The pub was full of ladies in their horse riding gear, so Mama and I started joking about the whereabouts of their horses, suggesting that they'd left them tied up in the car park. It turns out that this actually was the case, and we sat laughing over our drinks at just how typical that really was. After nursing our full tummies, we decided to have a little wander down the country lanes because we are curious so and so's and we really bloody love looking at all the little cottages. After picking out our favourites, and discussing what we'd name them, we headed back home to catch Wimbledon and watch Murray win. All of this was far too much excitement for me so, admittedly, I slumped off for a mid day nap to re-energise.
After my afternoon snooze, we decided to pop to the popular seaside town of Weston-super-Mare for a stroll along the beach during the golden hour. It ended up being the perfect way to end the day and we came away feeling particularly happy. Although, Dad did buy us doubles at the pub so that may have had something to do with it?!