Scorching Sunday

A scorching hot Sunday for Father's Day. Too humid to do anything except sit in the garden. Dad and I kept our cool in the shade looking at a vintage aviation book, talking the worth of Kentish hops and how marvellous marmalade is!

Mum enjoyed my magazines and the fresh Kent strawberries I'd brought along. Missed my brother and his lovely fiancé today who were both working. Looking forward to catching up with them soon.