As she waits at the station… a train of thoughts pass by… mourning over grief left behind…carrying along the the undeniable luggage… gathering courage for what’s yet to come…
Granny’s little corner of trickery of which she’s known for. According to the Feegles she’s the Hag O’ Hags. And she is.
At the far end of the forest you will find Windmillroad turn slightly right and there’s Nanny’s Curiosities shop…
And that night Victor used the Notes Waldman warned him about…
And right in the middle of the lake on a pine filled Isle is our treehouse …
A room filled with golden amber autumn sweets …
They went to this pumpkin carving workshop and came home with these beauties ..
What once was new now belongs to old fading memories …
Sakura trees and Lavender pots an interesting combination …
The tune had been haunting London for weeks past. But when the lights went out they went out fast …
Across the street the warehouse windows now covered with brick were once the centre of attention …
This is the place where I’d sit and play the Moonlight Sonata
