Somerset

At a friend’s house in a small Somerset village.  He is very senior in the drama world and has left London for a huge Georgian house in a tiny village. It needs a massive amount of work  and the garden is very overgrown but in the summer heat it was enchanting.  I promised not to put pics online and although my many followers (2) would love a glimpse I am making do with evocative flowerpots.  We had a delicious lunch and it was such a joy to chat to him face to face.  No traffic on the road and whizzing past Stonehenge made it feel like motoring in the 1930s.