Coxwell Street

I took a snap of Coxwell Street as I walked past it today, there is nothing special about this street (that I know of, I'm sure a local historian will tell you otherwise), aside that the Baptist Church used to be on this street - until the congregation raised £3m to build a new Church.  The old Church is up for sale with planning permission to make it into 6 flats. 

We were up at 5am today to take the husband to the station to get him to London for as close to 8am as he could make.  The good news is that the roads are pretty clear at 5.30am, not that I ever felt the need to find this out.  

This left a long old day to fill, but we've had fun - a trip into town to see the farmers market and a walk around the craft market where I 'accidentally' bought two pictures for the boys room, then a lovely walk this afternoon.  The eldest has a bossy streak and today was very clear what walk he wanted to do - which was the hilly one, he either thinks I need to work off some of the chocolate that finds itself into this house, or has no idea what it's like pushing two children up a hill.  

The early start meant a rough bed time and my lovely list of things to do with an evening to myself has now reduced to a bath and bed.   So much for ploughing through that list, yet again it's put off until tomorrow.