The rest of the town seemed to be at the Big Meeting, so it was quiet. There was no flapjack available, so my snack was a piece of Mrs POs Traditional Country Caramel Shortbread; not quite sure if I was pleased or disappointed at the lack of currants and cherries in the shortbread...
We returned the pretty way, so that my asthma attack was not at Croxdale but on Page Bank. No polka dots for me - I walked up the steep bit.
2 comments:
"Butter" would sound so much more appealing, don't you think?
Yes, I agree; we never buy marge now, only butter.
(and BTW I have realised it's not gardeners who keep records, it's plantsmen!)
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