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a National Trust garden (which we reckoned
inferior to 1 Sandy Leaze in terms of flower power):
excitement as a hot-air balloon flew so low
we thought it would land in the garden…
before seeing GB Shaw’s “Candida” at the Theatre Royal. What a nostalgic treat.
The exceptional sun and heat continued
throughout my entire visit – and beyond. Mum and Dad were bemused – what can
you do in a 30-degree inferno? The daily routine of hot soup for lunch clearly
had to give way to myriad salads. Enforced sloth ruled as we sought shade, even
to the point of cowering indoors, continental-style. In this most idyllic of
settings the three sisters couldn’t resist telling Mum and Dad at regular
intervals how lucky they were to live in such a special place – the garden a
celebration of their joint and many talents, and the house just a stone’s throw
from the historic town centre with all its charm and sense of community.
This part of my hol ended with an extended
photo shoot, of which this is my favourite:
because Buff isn’t looking funkier,
funnier and more gorgeous than me. Ha ha. Ok, here’s another one:
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