…sets in a Fletcher & Foley towers. Three this week. Love is in the air, everywhere I look around…
and definitely loving the venue. The blurb on their web tells me everything I need to know…set in 100 acres….60 acre lake…private estate…immaculate gardens. And I have the envious task of making it look even prettier. Having resisted the urge to plunder the local church gardens that are overflowing with perfect orbs of pinky purple hydrangeas – my blooms will be arriving on Tuesday. I wish them a safe journey and special karmic thoughts of loveliness to the people who pick them.
Exclamations of ‘young lady’ ensued today – all I said was ‘would you like to feel my plums’! Some people.
They’re ripe, first batch from my favourite plum tree on the plot. It’s a bit of a centre piece. Lush ripe fruit straight from the tree – helped myself to a couple, and the rest are now languishing in a caserole with a couple of duck legs, chilli, soy and the delicate star anise. Only takes 2.5 hours – that’s what sundays are for. Enjoy the last fleeting moments of your weekend!