Sunday morning winter walks

Sunday, 18 January 2015

 A little snippet of a standard Sunday morning. 



Sunday mornings are usually spent wrapping up warm and walking down to the cafe in the village with the dogs, Little Pickle. They make the prettiest cakes, have every flavour of loose tea leaves under the sun and sandwiches on doorstop bread. One of my favourite things about cafe's and restaurants is when the food is so obviously homemade, so this is the dream!