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POM: February 2019
Would that it were Woodbridge! This was nearly my next move but life decreed otherwise. We made good friends here and unwittingly I put down roots in this part of Suffolk some years ago, sitting by the quay and the white boarded Tide Mill [related post: The Spot]
Instead I am migrating North today and that will be another story -but on this mid-February morning, the sun shone and I made my farewells…for now.
For Visitors:
The Tide Mill, Woodbridge
Pick of the Month: Marking the the passing of the month with one representative photo though not always saving the best pick of the pics till last.
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I have that same photo somewhere, from a short stop in Woodbridge on the way back to our home in Surrey from Suffolk. A nice place. A place I think I could put down roots. But there have been many and maybe many more. Who knows?
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Perhaps we put down aerial roots in these places and settle somewhere else in the ground!
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I am beginning to wonder if I shall ever truly settle.
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I am certainly not anywhere I thought I’d be… thank goodness! It’s much better than I could imagine. Hoping this for you.
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like a foal struggling to its feet – finding my way slowly
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I understand. You are thought of daily, by more people than you would think.
Which could be scary in this day and age…. 🙂
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