Every year

I schlep up to Scrabo Tower in May. I carry the bag which contains my world world and wrangle a small child while Robert gets engrossed in something no doubt very interesting off in the distance while I curse him and every year I take exactly the same photos.

I never tire of the views from that tower.

And every year we're both dragged around the forest by our little monkey.

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Your comments make me smile. I love that you stopped by.