Breakfast in Bewdley

Mist on the Severn

After being gently enouraged by certain members of my family, I finally tied my spotted handkerchief to the end of a stick, bundled up my belongings and relocated from Birmingham to Bewdley. Not a great distance by any means, but for peace-of-mind… a world apart, it turns out.

I’m lucky enough now, to find myself living in a riverside appartment, and the contentedness I get from gazing out of my living room window upon the mighty River Severn, rather than the less than charming view of the back of a Tesco Express, which I’d previously been subjected to, cannot be overstated.  Continue reading “Breakfast in Bewdley”