grey is good, the light is good.

i hit up bill's again mid-week. just. can't. stay. away.

welcome to my high street.

welcome to my high street flat. hurry up june third.

the high street is full of little crooked seventeenth-century book and antique shops. someone is going to lose herself in a cloud of historical dust on the high street. i'm digging the alice in wonderland-like vibe.

there's a brewery.

oh, don't forget the castle too. of course you say, of course.

beautiful.

and lastly, there's a farmers' market the first saturday morning of every month.

this is a dream and i don't want to wake up.