At B on Avon all was well. We had our usual food-management debate (Dad had to use a chisel and hammer to blast a wizened lime in two and even then Mum's protests were such that I returned it to the fruit bowl!)
Stourhead was looking wintry dour, but put on a spectacular show of daffs:
Dad powered on ahead of me, as he always has:
... while Mum contemplated the trees...
Back at Sandy Leaze Mum and I had good times playing the Beethoven violin sonata that we had been working on, independently, and Dad and I had fun with his recorder sonatas. I got to see Buff and Olly, too. So a great visit. Thank you, dear family.
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