Easter has been and gone (how did that even happen?) and I am stuffed to the gills with Lindt Bunny, cake and all kinds of naughty things. But with all the indulgence also comes a blissful four-day weekend. It really is what dreams are made of, having traipsed through the bleak winter.
Richmond Park was the order of the day- a little rural retreat to escape to after a busy winter in the city.
Hello deer! My new best friends ^^^
I love being able to find green so close to London. My farmer roots get a little frustrated when the hard Tarmac of the city takes over. I need to don my wellies, splash in puddles and climb a tree or two. Thankfully Richmond is the perfect stomping ground.
Nice pink umbrella!
After our fun-filled walk we were in need of a beverage or two. We wound our way to a little pub by the river.
I had to stop here for a good amount of time whilst the American had a little perv over the Morgan. I rather liked the Mini- never forget the little guy!
Perhaps the most idyllic row of houses. We both decided we fancied living here. My property list is getting out of hand!
A proper roaring fire to warm our toes and noses.