Saturday, November 23, 2013

Missing.

I want to go back to Bath.

I want to find a little flat over a quiet street. I want to watch Christmas sleepily and gracefully tiptoe by over the canals. I want to see the wreaths hung on the Georgian facades and I want to cuddle in front of a fireplace with a cup of tea, a book and plans to do nothing at all. I miss walking through the streets, holding hands in mittens and browsing together in shop windows. The roman baths, the little restaurants and the wintry-warm hugs next to the abbey.
It was our first day trip together and I remember Jamie's tea-cosy hat, my red coat and the smell of the antique bookshop we found.

Fond memories.

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