In the garden

This afternoon it was my literature class and I was very glad to get a lift and be able to make it to the meeting - my first social event since my operation. We had a look at the garden in our tea break on another lovely sunny afternoon. 

We were discussing The Rain Before it Falls by Jonathan Coe which I thought was a beautifully written book although desperately sad. I think I was in a minority of one as no one else seemed to think very much of the book - but that didn't bother me too much!