No hanging baskets!

The pub where I lunched today usually has spectacular hanging baskets but sadly not this year. So I had to content myself with the climbing rose.
I was at the pub with very old friends Gwen and Ann. We met forty-five years ago when we started our WI together. The friendship forged then has lasted all this time. Ann and I are still members but Gwen has moved away and has been WI president in her new village for many years. We talked non stop for three hours, catching up with Gwen's news, sharing family stories and WI gossip.