TATTON PARK

The Professor and I have an elegant solution to long journeys south and grim service stations - we look for National Trust sites near the motorway and stop there for food, loos and exercise. When we planned this journey, we aimed for Tatton Park, imagining ourselves strolling along the avenues and picnicking on the sward - hell, we even packed our picnic chairs. The rain put paid to that, but we still enjoyed our trip round the kitchen garden. This poppy was the only hint of sunshine.

Oh, and did you spot the fly?

Having been away a week, I am back blipping like mad and will try to catch up with comments tomorrow. Missed you guys!