We had a lazy time last week, not merely recovering from the party/BBQ.
Our main activities consisted of pottering around at the cottage, making chutney (so domesticated) and reading. We went over to Hay on Tuesday with Phil’s dad to browse the bookshops, but that was about as active as we got. We managed a few meals with dad and Jean too.
Now back in London, feeling rather like a slightly dazed and confused country bumpkin after the drive back last night.
It’s rainy here today, which is good for my chili and tomato plants, but not much else … it feels like autumn has come early. No Indian summer here.