For whom the bell (tower) tolls!

I have been continuing the two wheeled reflective journey back through the haunts of my youth and went for a nice ride this afternoon. It really was a gorgeous day for cycling at a very, very leisurely pace. This is the bell tower of the church where I attended the boy scouts.

I had excused myself under the pretence that I would go and get the lottery ticket. When I got to Tesco the queue for the Kiosk was snaking it's way round the newspaper displays. We all really do live in hope for that big win! So much so that we forget the treasures that we have in abundance in our everyday lives. For me it is that moment when my eldest daughter, unrequested, takes my hand when we're out walking the dog or when my baby girl giggles when I blow raspberrys behind her ear. You can keep your millions, I have everything that I need right here.