A different kind of days this week, spending some time with mum in Somerset. A different pace, different food, different shops, all familiar but not as much as they used to be.
Different surroundings, different light, different visuals. Maybe something develops with age, the desire to keep some memories close and present. Or maybe it’s just a preference. I’ve always lived with more minimal decoration, but I enjoy being in mum’s home with it’s mixture of memories old and new. Visually rich and full of stories.