Orange blossom

Well not real oranges of course - philadelphus but it smells like an orange grove as it has got a bit out of hand.

I'm going to recline under it on my chariot and read my book for most of the day as I'm a bit tired after 3 days of young children.

We are invited out for supper at our friends the Brexiteers. Mr C has made me promise to behave. I'll be drinking tap water just to be sure.

I just looked back at what I blipped exactly a year ago. I think I must be living in the Groundhog Day movie as the photo is almost exactly the same - and I noted we had gone to pick rasps at the fruit farm - which is what Mr C has just left to do.