A very English Sunday

Open gardens is a fabulous opportunity to snoop in other peoples gardens, and this weekend the beautiful ironstone village of Lyddington welcomed all snoopers. A glorious day, a little hot for The Hound who decided he would stay at home and catch up on some sleep. The gardens were very inspiring, particularly Sally's kitchen garden which had me rushing home to extend the herb garden, and plant out the veg. A tombola, a cake stall, and elderflower cordial drunk under the shade of a tree, all that was missing was the Traveller, should anyone have one sitting in a garage just crying out for a slightly eccentric florist and a hound to take it out for a spin, please get in touch. I have included a picture of one to aid the search. When I mentioned said automobile to my neighbour, she immediately thought of the nurse in Open all Hours, and Linda Bellingham in some other middle aged, large bosomed role. I was rather hoping to achieve a sort of Miss Marple meets Agent Provocateur look.

Talking of cars.....Sunday night also saw a rather disastrous Canadian Grand Prix, zero points by McLaren, and a 10 grid place penalty for Hamilton, after he failed to see a red light and took out a Ferrari, all hopes on Kovalainen for France.