The amount of time we're spending in York these days makes it feel like we're already living there. We have seen a house we love but the person who is renting it seems to be the hardest person in the world to contact.
Both of us have job prospects in one form or another and the more we see the more we like.
This morning felt like I needed to make something. So ended up making a little book. Nothing complicated but blank pages waiting to be filled.