|I missed a magnificent fly-pass by the two swans in the picture by a whisker…|
On Sunday we wandered around the ruins of a 12th century abbey, where – our host argued – the nuns had prayed so intensely, it’d left the place with a sense complete serenity. He was right, because to me at least, it felt quite unreal to walk amongst the roofless structures. The ancient trees surrounding the site were magnificent too.
|I felt silly as this hare – but isn’t he beautiful?|
The following weekend I was off on a jolly with the girls to Athens. (I posted about the trip here.) Yes, I know we are far from ‘girls’ at this stage of life, but as we’ve known each other since the school days when we were mere lasses (I really enjoyed Scotland…) we still call the meet-ups ‘girls weekends’.
|Note no rings and the total absence of eager Greek suitors….|
On arrival back to London I found my rings on the kitchen top. No-one else had spotted them during the weekend. Our new kitchen is tiny (as I may have mentioned before); how dear Husband and Son had missed them is a mystery. I was utterly relieved, however. Most of these rings have been with me for more than 25 years and included engagement, wedding and eternity rings.