| ...geraniums in my porch... |
| ...deer running through the wheat field; they come up to the house each evening, mother and child... |
| ...quintessentially English Cowparsley... |
| ...school speech day marquee... |
| ...roses on the trellis... |
| ...sunny evening long shadows... |
| ...Boo's oldest toy... |
| ...blurry summer orchard moon... |
| ...an old picture of the Boos, but nonetheless what Cornwall is all about for us; slowing down... |
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