Throughout winter I convince myself it is my favourite season. I mean, Christmas is exciting and I do like to snuggle up in a warm jumper. I lie to myself though. When the first hint of spring appears I get butterflies in my stomach and things seem just that bit more positive.
Spring is when the adventurer in me re-emerges. There is nothing I find more liberating then being outside, exploring somewhere new.
Salisbury isn't new, but it is pretty.
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