This week, got me thinking about travelling, adventures and a break from the norm. It’s good to get away, a change of scenery. What’s the saying a change is as good as a rest. So J returns from a long weekend in the smoke, all refreshed and full of ideas. Reminds me of a very exciting trip too many years ago….
Why do I still have this? Like the dog teeth marks in it too.
Then there are some things that really don’t travel very far at all. Blousy scabious – all soft and ripply, mixed with bells of the campanula and a bit of astrantia. The sort of stuff you actually find in English gardens (and my front garden).
The King – nah, not Elvis, not that king. Mr King Protea, national flower of South Africa – now that’s what you call a travelling bloom. Air miles a go-go, but for special folk it just has to be done.
Time to make gravy. Not a euphemism – roast chicken dinner won’t make itself. x