Duck Ponds, Dippers and Days of Rememberance...

There's a little village, not too far from us, which will always hold a special place in my heart... we went there a lot as children; heard the story of the lady who lived in the church wall, fed the ducks, trudged through the ford in our wellies. Its a quaint little piece of England; all thatched cottages and pretty lanes, and its been the setting, more recently, of a number of Hollywood hits (though its about as far a cry from Hollywood as you can imagine!)

So on a drizzly half term day, we donned our rain gear and headed off to this beautiful corner of England, tucked away along country lanes and buried in rolling hills, to feed the ducks and have some lunch in a lovely, quirkly little cafe that just oozes character --- and yummy food!

Duck feeding is just about the cheapest, most fun trip out for small children. Our girls never seem to tire of it! I genuinely think there's a market in some kind of book telling you where all the nearest duck-ponds are! Anyone up for the challenge?!

This little Cafe is just the cutest, quirkiest and most lovingly presented little cafe... its filled from top to toe with funny little signs, and Dave and I spent a good ten minutes chuckling to ourselves as we took them all in!

Ava just loved this little juice carton... nearly as much as the juice itself... and for a girl who drinks for the most part just water, that's saying something!

We tried so hard to get this girl to go for a main meal... but no, she wasn't having any of it. She had her heart set on humous and dippers... and devoured the entire thing!

And this one just generally has us in stitches at her facial expressions at the moment!

As if that wasn't enough excitement for one day, Papa then treated his girls to an ice-cream on the way home. It may have been raining, but we're Brits... and if you wait for the good weather, you might not get an ice-cream this year... desperate times!

Today marks the year since we were released from hospital after our Kawasaki ordeal. A day of hope... a season of fresh starts, Its been a rollercoaster year, but I feel more certain than ever of both God's sovereignty and his goodness. He is always enough. He is always all we need... even when it feels everything else is being stripped away. I never believed when we left the hospital last year, that my life would ever be able to feel full again. I thought I would be forever anxious. I thought I would always feel that heavy burden...

He carries my burdens, takes my fears, and blesses me beyond my wildest dreams through Jesus.

What a wonderful gospel we have!

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