What a fabulous evening I had on Saturday in sunny Cumbria. I can’t get enough of saying ‘sunny Cumbria’. Our beautiful green county is normally the wettest place in Britain this is a rare treat. Infact so heavy and frequent is the rain it’s rumoured that Cumbrians have webbed feet…just checking mine…
First I trotted off to see my cousin and his wife for a relaxing bask and catch-up overlooking their amazing garden. I just had to take some photos to share it with you.
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- Pretty little pathway to lead you around to..
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- …Schwarzkopf in a sun spot …
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- …surprises along the way…
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- …wonderful scents…
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- …shy wildlife…
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- …fish stalkers…
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- …and other visitors.
In a generation of only children fr-elatives are very important so it was hard to tear myself away from A and P but my lovely evening like a Dickens’ novel had another installment. Thankfully something far more convivial than pickpockets and escaped criminals was to come…
A quick hop (webbed feet have their uses) over the River Kent – thanks for the lift A – and I was with a bunch/chapter/paragraph/stamp/collection??? of library friends. Sitting under a shady gazebo- did I mention it is HOT in Cumbria?
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- Nibbling on the most varied and tasty cheeses northern England has to offer.
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- Sipping a glass of wine
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- Little treasures hidden away…
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- …revealed!
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- The evening was topped off by S’s spectacular summer pudding. It was so wonderful that it took me back to the puddings my Aunty B used to make. Now that’s good.
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- And the most amazing spontaneous ‘fireworks’ display from the chiminera. That’ll teach those midges!
We discussed everything from the difficulties of growing asparagus (I never knew) to Mi5! A perfect evening.
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