This time last week the Mister and I were strolling hand in hand through the charming little village of Grasmere, home of the Wordsworth graves and the 'Dafffodil Garden' which was strangely devoid of daffodils. I captured some shots through my favourite Hipstalense 'Bettie XL'.
Could I look anymore awkward here?
Flying Fox Dress - Asos
Leggings - Supermarket (I think)
Sandals - Dorothy Perkins
Jacket - Ebay
Tote - Gift
Its hard to make Grasmere appear any prettier than it actually is but I think the faded sun drenched filter of Bettie always adds a nice touch. I actually had the wrong film loaded. I usually go for Ina's 1935 but I had it on Ina's 1969 by accident, which is why some of the pics have the border. I tried cropping the photos to get rid of it but I couldn't be arsed going through all of them. I blogged about Grasmere last here. It was about 18 months ago and life was pretty scary as for the first time I was having to face the mortality of a close family member. Having thankfully come through that, I now return as the mother of a new life and the whole new set of complications that brings. Life never seems to get any less complicated. But, The Lake District is always such a relaxing place to spend time with your thoughts.