... on the last Sunday of April was the sort of day when at long last you could sit on the grass and read the paper
watching the more energetic jog by
Blossoms were making an appearance and it was the sort of hopeful day you might swing your child in the air
or free your tot from the confines of his pram and set him down to poke his fingers in the soil ...
Why walk when you could choose from any variety of wheels? ...
Even the dogs were getting the chance to socialise. There was a pups' play-date going on here ...
In the Old English Garden behind brick walls, it was all muted colours and unstructured, rambling, green abundance ...
Even the dogs were getting the chance to socialise. There was a pups' play-date going on here ...
In the Old English Garden behind brick walls, it was all muted colours and unstructured, rambling, green abundance ...
These bold, orange tulips in ordered rows would definitely not have been allowed in the Old English garden ...
Was it winter still or spring? Many of the trees looked confused on this point ...
Bicycles everywhere ...
... and these houses bordering the river reminded me of Holland, but not the Tai Chi so much ...
Reassuringly, there was a very English game of cricket going on ...
Bicycles everywhere ...
... and these houses bordering the river reminded me of Holland, but not the Tai Chi so much ...
Reassuringly, there was a very English game of cricket going on ...