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Move Over Darling Book Trailer

In an anxious week with some worrying news about loved ones, I had a couple of light moments making a book trailer for Move Over Darling.  

In other news, we're off on a steam train trip today with Rose and Si on the Vale of Rheidol Railway so we're hoping the sunshine will last.

And finally here's a photo from what was a very restorative walk earlier this week showing the beautiful view from Foel Eryr
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Comments

Preet said…
I hope you're worrying will be for nothing or at the very least something that can be easily taken care of. The view is beautiful from Foel Eryr.
Pondside said…
I hope the excursion helps to ease the worry!
Chris Stovell said…
Thanks, Chanpreet. I appreciate your kind comment.

Pondside,it's a tough one and trying to accept that all the worry in the world won't actually change anything.
Frances said…
Chris, I love that trailer! It made me smile...and then I had to watch it again!

Thank you also for that view. It's soul-filling!

Best wishes and lots of love to you and yours. xo
Chris Stovell said…
oh, thank you for your time, Frances - very kind of you. And thank you - it's been a tough week. x
Fennie said…
Really glad that things have worked out so well, Chris. Trailer is great fun. Had to watch it.
Chris Stovell said…
Thanks, Fennie - it was fun to do! (Have a go!)

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