Summerday

After weeks of rain, having to remember to take a coat with you and to resist cracking out the summer sandals even if looks a little hopeful in the morning, Summer happened today. Even if it was just for one day, it was a winner. England at its - rolling, breezy, overblown rosy, oak trees in a meadow - best.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Yesterday, when it was still Autumn and mainly foggy, we headed down to Brighton to stay with dear old friends. After a walk in a wonderful walled garden and the ever so lucky purchase of 4 Danish kitchen chairs, we baked peach crumble, played Agricola til midnight (who knew farming could be so addictive?) and then dashed out for 2 hours of early morning karaoke and tequila based cocktails. Obviously.











In all our busyness we completely forgot to eat the peachy deliciousness until this morning. It was the perfect breakfast.

Then today was just so beautiful and my parents' garden was only 55 minutes away and I found myself beetling through the blissful Sussex countryside to spend the afternoon at home.