The Stellata was out
The garden had been given some definition
The magnolias popped out
There was work to be done: two old beds for the dump. Great idea to use the balcony rather then trail through the house.
Thar she goes!
Since the grandchildren were toddlers we have visited the Cider Farm. It never palls. but the kids were sad old Cynthia the pig was no more.
There are goats,
very exotic hens - I expect Granny Annie will know what they are.
Now in their early twenties swings are still fun.
Tom, Jenny and Alice - no missiles:)
This is where the cider is made - I think. There is a video explaining the procedure.
I imagine this is where it is stored.
The shop - full of goodies and all kinds of cider and to the right is a nice caff where we shared Andrew's bacon sandwich and tried not to think of Cynthia.
It's an owl.
The pigs are so ugly they are beautiful. I used to think the same of the young Tom Jones
Aren't curved paths inviting?
We had lunch at one of my favourite pubs - the Crowcombe Arms. We had my 80th there. Andrew said he didn't think we would go again until my 90th!!! This was an interesting bar with the original cattle stalls and to the left the bowling alley- but the table was already booked.
So we move to this bar overlooking the garden.
Three generations - alice , Tom, Andrew and Pat. Super lunch.
Easter Day Jenny organised an egg hunt and there was great rivalry between the grand- kids.
Careful on those steps!
Tom was the winner. Actually they missed one and Karen the gardener found it this morning and I graciously allowed her to eat it:)