One night we enjoyed an English fry-up ( scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, sautéed tomatoes and mushrooms and toast). It was fun too ...reading bedtime stories, swapping jokes and playing games with a resident nine year old.
One day we sat on an airy terrace with a heat lamp enjoying a glass of wine and the next day we were cozy inside with a fire in the fireplace ( my request...we don't have working fireplaces in Nice, its forbidden). The weather was variable ... not time yet in Durham to get out the summer clothes.
Here are a few pictures of another English garden with yet another English rose with pink cheeks. On the day we saw the bluebells, Leslie's friend was kind to give us lunch and all the tea and cake we could consume that afternoon. The girls played on the slide and swing, the hens clucked and it was the perfect English afternoon.
Then it was home to feed Samson and Delilah, eat our dinner, and lights out.
|Leslie and Z on the way to lunch at a friend's house|
|Looking from the hen house .|
|Another English Rose|
|Delilah and her brother Samson wanted cuddling and food, in that order|
|Sunset from my bedroom window|