An easy day today (my back was kicking up about yesterday’s horsevan ramp) and on my way home, I went to visit Leradale (Minion winter quarters) to see how it was getting on in their absence.
Everything was growing furiously and there were carpets of flowers in patches all over.
Leradale is very different in the summer.
It is easy to see why folk lived here over 2500 years ago. I could almost watch and hear them.
I had a huge urge to sit in the flowers with a good book, a bottle of chilled Chablis and just relax (and now I have thought of this, I must just have to).
Anyone want to come too and share the bottle?
This could be my summer piece of heaven.