an english weekend

We have spent a classically English weekend here-Saturday at the rugby in London watching England lose to the All Blacks-again; Sunday spent walking through  an impossibly beautiful village and along the banks of a river where herons hunted and a kingfisher flashed past on azure wings; Sunday evening eating homemade toasted fruit bread in front of a blockbuster costume drama.

Winter occupations all and much enjoyed as such. And here is another. I made a few finishing touches to a place for my drawings, a blog-come-picture-gallery. I like to think of it as a warmly panelled study with a roaring fire, perpetually filled teapot (with attendant biscuit tin) and plump cushions. A place to spend wet winter days when there isn’t much joy in being outside. I would love to have some company over there, so please feel free to come on  in and say hello. You could be the first to comment…..