Kent.

There is actually nothing so nice as a whistle-stop, spontaneous trip home. especially at this time of year, when Kent just looks so beautiful. i actually beamed on my way home this evening when i found myself following a badger for half a mile up the road.

(phorb)

(un-named 1, un-named 2..and harry, and his awkward bulge, his words, not mine)

  

                  (my favourite..................................Harry's favourite)

(franky catching the rays in his usual hangout, 2nd step)