On the cusp of the Dorset border, we stopped again, to meet up with a dear friend. We wandered across a meadow, so peaceful, and on the other side was a lake . . .
a peaceful one, a magical hidden spot.
Two little girls played in their den . . .
and my husband was pleased to relax in the sunshine . . .
And somewhere, a friend was fishing . . .
And another good friend was such good company. It was good to meet up again. Cheers Danette!
