A couple of weekends ago, we went to visit our friends in Bristol.
We hadn’t seen them for a while so the weekend was spent gossiping and catching-up in front of a lovely wood fire, with a glass, or two, of wine. Dozing off in front of the fire. Reading newspapers (reading newspapers. I can’t remember the last time we had time to read newspapers. What luxury!).
On the Saturday, we had an amazing day out at the National Arboretum (Westonbirt).
‘It’s the peak season right now’, said the man at the entrance gate.
We spent hours walking about in the mud. Looking at trees and leaves. A true paradise of shapes, colours and patterns. Heaven.
Hot chocolate and carrot cake.
Saw one of the oldest trees in the country, a ‘2,000 year old’ small-leaves Tilia Cordata‘.
Just reminiscing about the day brings a smile to my face.