Last weekend Jimmy and I drove off in Harry for a mini adventure. Well, when you’re parents to teenagers who no longer require your full attention, it still feels a bit naughty escaping without them, even for a couple of hours.
We drove to Hardwick, parked up and walked through some woods and cornfields in a big loop back to the car. It took an hour and a half and we talked all the way. We talked about our holiday in Spain, about where we might live one day, about photography, about needing decent shoes and about what to eat for tea. Back at the car we drank hot chocolate from a flask and ate malt loaf, it was lovely.
I’ve had a lovely weekend so far and there are still two whole days to go. We’ve been out driving in our Morris Minor convertible, soaking up the lovely weather and making up for lost time. Last year he stayed in the garage most of the year through my fear of him rusting away in the rain, but today he “roared” down the lanes happy to be free again!
I’m attending my in-laws golden wedding celebrations in a couple of weeks time and think I’d like to make something wear. I’m not planning a Sarah Burton dress by any means but, (it was so lovely!) something fitted maybe? My pearl brooches are inspiring a 50s style jacket or maybe a black dress … ooh, I just don’t know … better get a move on though!