OK, so, I’m not in England, where Mr. Darcy surely roams the landscape searching for me… (yes, I am a hopeless romantic!) but Ireland is close enough in this instance. The rain steadily soaked us today so we took comfort in some tea in the drawing room of our hotel. Later, I strode alone like Lizzie herself across the grounds, thick with lush green grass below my soggy shoes and brooding grey skies overhead. Not even the incessant rain could dampen my spirits as I inhaled the sweet scent of the Irish countryside. I felt alive, simply, utterly alive!
Adare Manor, Adare, Ireland.
Natural light, no crop, no edit.
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