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).
Saturday, May 9, 2015
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