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This was when we stopped off on the way to my parents house. A beautiful national trust property, with a stunning walled garden.

It was an emotional weekend, as it was the last time we would see my parents house, as they’re selling up and moving north. We would no longer be visiting the town where I grew up and it’s surrounding areas (unless I pay for accommodation…which just feels wrong!). It was the end of an era!

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