Meet ‘Instastories’! I’ve been looking for a fun way to share my Instagram photos here on Cider with Rosie for a little while now, and think ‘Instastories’ is the one! I’ll be sharing little stories alongside each photo, that would otherwise have been lost in the interest of Instagram caption brevity. I really, really hope you like it :)
Captured: Last Friday, when I spent the day at Jason’s offices working my way through writing a couple of magazine articles.
The Story: I kind of consider sushi-for-lunch a mandatory thing whenever I spend the day working in Guildford. It seems a shame to have a stodgy sandwich for lunch when I’m within walking distance of Kokoro, on North Street. My favourites are the tuna sashimi & the salmon and avocado rolls. This lot kept me going for hours, which I was glad of. Jason was glad that it didn’t take too long for the smell of sushi to clear from his meeting room ;)
Captured: As Teddy and I were finishing our morning walk along the canal in Guildford.
The Story: It took all Ted’s powers of self control not to go charging off into that group of ducks. He hates them with a passion, though not quite as much as he loathes pigeons. Jason spotted a few ducklings on the canal the other week, but I didn’t see any on our travels. It was pretty soggy that morning, and my sock got wet for the billionth time since my Hunters forgot how to welly boot and stopped being waterproof. I’ve now taken to wearing a plastic bag inside my left welly, to stop my feet getting wet. It’s classy stuff, I tell you.
Captured: At the very beginning of our Saturday morning dog walk.
The Story: I finally took Jase up to the bluebell woods on Saturday morning, after Ted and I fell in love with them months ago. We’ve not been able to walk up there all summer, since the deer ticks became such a problem and poor Ted had had enough of us tugging bugs out of his skin every night. Even though the bluebells have long since died away, it’s pretty beautiful up there. We especially enjoyed walking on the thick moss, because it was so springy it felt like walking on a trampoline. On our walk I learnt that if I wear that panama hat with my green dog walking jacket, it instantly stops looking vaguely cool and ‘fashiony’ and instead makes me look like someone who regularly plucks and butchers freshly caught pheasants. You know the type? Not that there’s anything wrong with being *that* person, of course, it’s just not the look I’m ever likely to be going for…
Captured: At the end of that same Saturday walk.
The Story: Jason has this *thing* for walls made out of stacked logs (the type you find in lush Italian restaurants, you know?) and so stood for ages admiring this handsome pile. We’re thinking we might have this photo blown up and framed, we like it so much.
Captured: Late Sunday morning, after I stayed in bed for as long as possible to make the most of it being Jason’s turn to get up with the dog…
The Story: This was brunch. I’m still doing the low carb thing, so I had kale in the place of what normally would’ve been a slice of toast (or two). I’m pretty obsessed with kale at the moment. I love how rich and irony it tastes, and how well it stands up to dressings that normally wilt lettuce in five seconds flat. I’m planning on having a go at making kale chips soon, so will let you know how that most hipster of activities goes down…
Captured: Just as I was tidying up dishes, having taken these photos of my blackberry bounty.
The Story: I can’t seem to find many more blackberries growing locally for my jam project. I guess I could go and buy some (there’s a great farmer’s market at the university I attended not too far away) but it somehow doesn’t seem as satisfying as preserving handpicked produce. And now it’s two post in a row I’ve written about blackberries, so I promise I’ll stop.
Captured: With my phone’s remaining 1% of battery, on our Monday morning walk.
The Story: Just before I took this photo, I threw a big stick into the water for Ted to go and fetch. We were standing next to a little wooden jetty, and when I released him to chase after the stick he plopped into the water next to the jetty and began to swim after it. After about three paces though, he turned round and climbed out of the water. I thought maybe he’d decided it was too far to swim, and that he couldn’t be bothered to retrieve it. But no! He’d obviously felt his first entry into the water wasn’t quite fun enough, so backed up, took a little run up, and then leapt off the jetty into the lake and continued swimming until he’d got his stick back! I can’t quite express how much I love that little dog of ours, and his eternal ridiculousness :)
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