Then...
And a drive out with the top down around north Dorset and Wiltshire, a little more than was expected but then... Lunch and Avebury...
And the Manor
Which, to be honest, had to be the most peculiar place I have visited. It looked beautiful from the outside and the gardens were immaculate but the house just oozed unwelcome. It wasn’t settled, happy or lived in. It didn’t feel as though it wanted you in it. Strange. It’s just a house. It has had so many families living in it, changing it, pouring money into it and it still wasn’t settled. That house should not be there.
But it did have an interesting bed in it. The Lady of the house had taken just one year to sew this at the turn of the last century. (Yes that was 1900 ish and one year, not earlier or longer!!).
We then walked around the stones themselves...
Some of which were rather large. (John is 6’ 3” for comparison).
And on the way home we passed the pudding of the largest man made mound, Silbury Hill. (Those white dots are sheep!)
The sky had been interesting all day but just before our valley home I managed to capture it. Rather painterly, don’t you think?
And arrived home to this...
Interflora worked overtime on my birthday!
And dinner at the pub. Bliss!
