The thing about having a bike and living somewhere a little out of London, means the Kent countryside (or little hidden lawns and spacious fields like the above) seem to fall directly on your doorstep. Tucked a little behind Joe’s house, and after a typical working lunch (with basket filled with supermarket flowers in tow)- we ventured out through the woods only to fall upon some of the most beautiful golden fields I’ve possibly ever seen.
Wearing my favourite tennis-meets-1920’s-meets-sixties dress from Little White Lies at Zalando (did I mention it has a collar?), matching shoes and my almost theatrical and completely literal cat eye sunglasses, part of me wanted to imagine we’d fallen into part of a Wes Anderson film, with cool French music playing over the top of my clumsy cycling and silly giggles- a sure fire way to turn dog walkers heads that’s for certain…
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