The sun shone and the new shorts were worn and declared good ( well , O.K. was actually the expression used . They'll only be accepted wholeheartedly when worn to a shred ) . We lounged by the river
and ate an inelegant number of sandwiches and tiny cherry tomatoes . Clouds of Queen Anne's Lace frothed everywhere and distinctly beefy-looking sheep chewed endlessly .
A stork played peek-a-boo , rising up above the trees every time I'd put the camera away .Idyllic .
But Husband declared himself all pic-nicked out after this ... he prefers eating at a table ... so I went out on my own as often as possible while the good weather lasted and packed as much summer as I could into the next few days .
Back up the bike path with the unlikely name ,
past the genuine ramshackle country bits
and the picture-postcard country bits
through yet more Queen Anne's Lace
and horses in buttercup fields .
Past the odd sudden surprise ,
little churchyards and the rather grandly named Leeuwarden Wood , planted twenty years ago and finally looking almost woodlike
And I'm very glad I did . It's raining and early dark again today . Summer 2013 at its best .
Never mind .There's Cumin Crusted Aubergines and apples with cinnamon baking in the oven and another Anne Perry Victorian whodunnit to read ... Who needs a heatwave ?
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