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.