Friday, May 15, 2015

A family mini reunion . . . .

A few couldn't make it, but will be there the next time we hope.

Afternoon Tea, that quintessentially English thing, at Sopwell House, and cousins all, with spouses, met for a chinwag and family catchup.

A delightful way to share time together.


Thursday, May 14, 2015

A day trip to Cardiff . . .

Couldn't have picked a better day for a visit to Cardiff . . . bright, sunny and warm. Met at the station by Di and Chris, and whisked off for a whirlwind tour of the city before arriving at Di's new home. What a pip! Seventh floor up, and panoramic views of Cardiff Bay.

Then to Penarth, and lunch in the beer garden of Chris' local, the Captain's Wife. Down to the seafront for an after lunch ice cream on the pier before returning to the station and train back to London. Great day, and good to catch up!





No chance to visit John Lewis . .. next time, perhaps . . . . .

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Back to the 'Big Smoke'

Back in London now, and serious socializing commences . . . .

A day out up town, matinee performance of 'The Book of Mormon', and dinner out with Debs and the family . . .


Another day, and more rels, this time Lindsey, Aimee and Ed . . .


then Sunday, and an opportunity to meet up with the guys at the Milton Keynes show.


Monday, and a day out with Robert at the Imperial war Museum, Duxford -








Then meet up with Vivette, Janet and Peter for . . . another meal!


Can we keep up this frantic social life?

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Country idylle

Back in London now, after what seems like a lightening trip to Derbyshire, the Dales and Peaks.
We managed to meet up with Roger and Mary in Baildon, Laila in Nottingham, and fit a day in at Chatsworth House, where we had tea with Alison and Clare.
A blur of enjoyment and pleasure, but an overwhelming impression of what makes England so special.






Where are you ?


Over here . . .







. . . and how many times have I told them not to do that in the garden?




Don't get any ideas about redecorating, alright?










Who says I can't sing here if I want to ?




Some days you feel like doing just . . . . . nothing.











Goodbye Bakewell (where the tarts come from).