The Wood Between Worlds

I went home for the weekend, well, away from Cardiff, not always at home. Straight from my morning practical to the train station and to Reading where my boy and his new car came to pick me up.

It was such a gorgeous afternoon and we chanced upon this little woody place round a small lake. It was almost strangely calm and sleepy, like how i imagine the wood between worlds in 'The Magicians Nephew'.

Actually it really nice to be home and see some people and sleep in a normal width bed.