When the sun shines in England, there’s nowhere I’d rather be… especially when mum makes scones. We set up our own little cream tea picnic under an apple tree and got down & dirty with a whole bucket of Cornish clotted cream & a few pots of homemade jam.
Having eaten enough to feed a small army, we made our way to the meadow for a game of rugby, wandered through the orchards and slowly meandered down to the river.
None of us had swimsuits & the water was icy… but as true Brits, we gritted our teeth & made the most of the sunny afternoon.
Our teeth chattered all the way home & poor old Custard had to be carried the last little bit. While Phoebe & I thawed out in the showers, Tom & Harry knocked up a jug of Moscow mules.
I threw a few fillet steaks into the equation & smothered them in smoked garlic butter.
We ate by the fire and chatted with glasses of damson gin late into the night. A good hearty end to a beautiful countryside afternoon.
