My visitors have gone, the house is a bit empty and I'm feeling a little sad but, we have had such a wonderful time!
We sat up late every night talking and laughing until we cried and we also cried until we laughed.
Mike got delayed in Ireland so he missed some of the fun, but here are the rest of us at my friend Wendy's house.
That's me on the left (pink trousers!?), Wendy, Fanny with Pierre and their son, the lovely Yassine standing behind the sofa.
These two ladies sitting with me are two of the dearest and best friends a girl could have. Blessings indeed.
We sat outside in Wendy's pretty little courtyard garden and drank a little wine, quite a lot actually.
Our daughter Rachael and her partner, invited us all to their home for a party on Saturday evening .
We had fun shopping for the food together and Fanny absolutely insisted on making some lovely tarts for desert. Am I lucky or what!
In the afternoon we did a tour of the Cotswolds, taking in the wonderful knitting and needlecraft emporium at Shipston on Stour and a junk yard in which I found a 1955 copy of Woman's Weekly ( I won't tell you what Mike said) .
We also found this dragon, there's always one lurking somewhere or other!
Here we are at Rachael's, that's her at the front and our son Nick in the red tee shirt.
Of course , no sooner than we got there it started to rain ,hey ho. So we decamped into the house while Jerry stood under the gazebo and cooked. Bless.
Fanny and Pierre are both talented musicians, she has a truly beautiful voice and loves to sing to classical German music, and Pierre is a professional , playing and teaching the Double Bass.
Our evening passed so quickly, singing traditional songs in the round, dancing and speaking Franglais , which became more muddled as the wine bottles emptied!
Yes, we're boozing again, mine's the coke. Sunday lunch in a favourite pub and then a long hike up Bredon Hill.
Yassine looks a bit worn out , he and Rowan have had the best time together.
We found a cave for a troll in an old, fallen tree and a 12th. century carving of a hare, in a little church we passed on the way down the hill.
What lovely memories we made together and now I really must settle down to some work . . .