Bredonborough Rising to a grey
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Bredonborough.
Rising to a grey and nippy morning.
On the street for Minx Sunday Reading I…
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Gentle reading I…
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The Minx says she returned home c. 01.30 and continues to deal with her recorded delivery package that was not delivered.
In the Cellar e-flurrying, preparing lunch, and off for an afternoon of adventures.
19.45 Collecting our local pals at 14.08, formerly of the haunted house across the Market Square and now in Wick, a mile down the road. Driving country roads to Ashton-Under-Hill and the village Open Gardens.
Beginning with a picnic by the cricket pitch…
Our local pal was clunked on the ankle by a cricket ball fired from the nets. Ouch!
Two other residents of Wick were also visiting the gardens. We know them from our walking to Wick Village: they leant out of their cottage window and invited us in for a drink, even though we have never met before. They joined our picnic I…
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Setting off to the gardens I…
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… St. Barbara’s Church I…
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… through an English meadow I…
… up the hill forwards…
… to another garden, and back down to the main village street…
To Wick and cakes at the end of our chums’ garden.
Home after a wonderful, local afternoon of the very English country kind.
