Summer Days

Ah absolute bliss. I'd had a rather stressful day at the office on Friday and had called the OH requesting a much needed visit to the pub for that night - I needed a lot of beer, sun and the hum of sunny days conversation.

However, what a surprise! The boyfriend calls me back and says, let's go for a picnic by thr river - we know a great little spot.

So, when we were home from work that evening we packed some nibbles such as crisps and a muffin or two as well as salami, feta, oat biscuits, Prosecco, olives from Portugal and then off we set. We wandered down the shady, leafy lanes and oevr the train tracks and towards the river. About half way we towards the river, we crossed over a stile and ambled across the eadow, with it's huge singular trees amongst all the cut reeds. There is a little footpast that winds across twards the new Broad and en route, it crosses over a little bride lined with old telegraph poles. It is the perfect place to sit and look acros the waterway spotting bees humming in the clover, ladybirds and butterflies and watch the stunning (yellow)summer iris'sway in the breeze. As the evening cooled, we chatted, ate, enjoyed a perfect summer evening and then slowly walked home. Perfect.