After the garden party

There was something about this garden gate that made me turn around and go back to get a blip.

In my minds eye, I saw cups of tea served in the finest china to elegantly dressed guests by an attentive maid. The guests all drank with perfectly poised pinkies of course. Afterwards, the vicar would suggest that they remember to attend church on Sunday before politely taking his leave.

I'll be looking to watch a period drama on TV tonight after seeing this. Anyone for croquet?

Ah well. Until tomorrow....