1. We pick the wrong path around the Chevin and end up on a path just a bit too muddy, bumpy and hilly for the pushchair. We battle through though and are rewarded with a fantastic view of the hills to the north of Otley and the pools of Pool. We stop to catch our breath and take it all in.

2. The steeping rosemary fills the kitchen with its perfume.

3. The frequent silly text messages stop me missing him quite so much. One sleep down, two sleeps to go.