A Village With Bunting

We went away this weekend to visit some friends from university. It always seems strange to me when we go away to see uni people because we still live in our university town. Anyway. It was lovely. Close your eyes and picture an english country village. It was just like that.

There was a picturesque church.


There was a bakery...


...with a farm shop.


There was even bunting around the cricket green.


We had a lovely Saturday with them. We wandered around the village, packed a picnic and then went off to the national arboretum. I didn't even know there was a national arboretum. (Or what arboretum meant. It means tree collection. Now we all know.)


It was very pretty.


We walked, chatted, ate our picnic and had ice cream. Then we went back to the pretty village, played a game and drank tea. The boys went to watch the cricket on the green, and we stayed at the house (drank more tea) and talked even more. We were cooked a lovely dinner. We were very well looked after.

Sunshine, food and friends are the perfect combination.