Inside outside bar

A ten minute walk from the house although closed when calling in previously. This evening I dutifully rang the hand bell, who wouldn’t want to, and a man appeared, all smiles and welcoming.

We ordered a couple glasses of wine, one of each colour - both to our liking - and sat undercover with a clear view of the garden, including a well endowed fig tree. The semi interior was full of bric a brac with a number of chairs that looked inviting. We sat, the only people in this attractive bar. It was as though we had arrived into a private garden and invited into the summer house.

Phoebe was on her best behaviour as always although always alert to any sound that wasn’t normal, a tractor for one.