There are these precious moments, when serendipity flutters her eyelashes at you and you find yourself in the right place at the right time? This is the product of one of those moments. When I look at it my heart does a little skip.
Henley On Thames is one of those rare places that has just a little sprinkle of magic about it. It is the sort of place where childhood dreams of talking animals and fairy woodlands might just (if you wiggle your nose and flutter your eyelashes) come true. There is more than a hint of fine English eccentricity woven deep into the fabric of the place. Don’t even get me started on the bliss of days spent drifting along the Thames in a little wooden boat, laden with a delicious feast of storybook proportions and a bottle (or two) of icy pink fizz.
In this series, I…
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