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There are a few more from the church/graveyard and disused station I would post but I don’t want to overboard spam my face so there. 
the restraint I exercised to not get up onto the bonnet..
I may post the original at some point but apparently this looks best/era correct in black and white.
The glorious car I love oh so much, uploading this photo pretty much just to show how wonderful the car is. The shoot was literally just driving about the villages, nothing was set and nothing has been edited except for one photo that was changed to black and white, though if I do say so myself I prefer the colour version.
oh hello i am no longer the birthday girl.  advice for u guyz today: listen to your gut (instincts that is) !!!! it will always be right (but don’t hold me to that if it is not (but you won’t ever know that since deceit exists :) )).
homeward bound tomorrow; spent the week in the village, or rather indoors hiding away from the constant downpour. anxiety through the roof, i just want to sleep forever. sorting lists for download, i am ever so reluctant to ever spend money so this should be interesting considering i need to buy other things too. i’ve been watching a lot of day time television and rising early and occupying myself with mundane things; i miss my boy so much, the weekend needs to come sooner it feels like it has been months and i am not coping.
myself at my cousin’s wedding yesterday. i adore weddings and it was absolutely beautiful, i was ploughed with wonderful conversation and alcohol and cigarettes by irish now family, irish people are so great. the food was divine and seeing my family drunk off their nuts, or more rather cousins i grew up with as well-reserved posh kids was an absolute hoot (as my gran would say). the night ended with a broken nose, lost handbags, eight year olds breakdancing in frocks and mini suits to michael jackson and my feet have not forgiven me. in a village of old people rn and there are six lovely cats that visit my gran’s garden, i am tired and miserable and i miss my boy. 
mon protecteur, mon chéri 
time dragging, uncomfortable without. 
weekdays suck and i will probably end up comfort eating my way through this tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream. i have a knot in my throat that won’t budge this impending doom is killing me and my slumber is filled with nightmares of vicious possibilities. i have been wearing my hair up a lot because i cut it/the blue off and didn’t like the length so now i’m being fancy yeah rad as fuk COOOL