Buttercups

We are surrounded by fields of buttercups here, they are beautiful.

We spent the morning in Bromyard, poking around the country fair (literally 3 stalls: cakes, plants and knitted egg cosies) and the junk shops and charity shops. Then the kids took over: we played killer Frisbee, whacked a ball around. Marc and I went for a wander, then after supper we had a night game organised by the children.

Now we are drinking White Russians, like you do.