I have just spent the most amazing weekend in Bath for my birthday festival. Tim spoilt me silly and I lived the spring weekend as well, if not better, than one of its more famous residents; Jane Austen. Spring in the English countryside is intoxicating and you cant help but be touched by the country gardens which are filled with bright yellow daffodils, blue bells, red tulips and lavender and more (its just that they're the only flowers I know by name). We stayed in a true English country manor with views of the sweeping plains below (I'm trying unsuccessfully to channel Jane Austen in my writing here...), we ate expensive sandwiches and drank lemonade on the lawns in the afternoon sun and then later changed into our evening attire for champagne and fine food.
In between all of this gaiety Tim and I managed to squeeze in some shopping (new summer shoes purchased), drink some Costa coffee and on two nights in a row, get very, very drunk. Jane Austen would not have been pleased.
We got back to London yesterday afternoon and in an attempt to keep the weekend alive for just a little longer we spent a spring afternoon eating Tapas followed by a stroll along the Thames as the sun went down.
All in all a beautiful, lovey-dovey spring weekend! The only downside.....the birthday festival is over for another year.
1 comment:
could it be any more idyllic! perfect weekend, did you row in one of those boats like bridget jones on her mini date with Hugh Grant.
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