The sun came. Oh, it is marvellous.

On Sunday, we had some friends over for dinner and then went up to The Holies in Streatley for a walk. It’s a National Trust-owned slice of woodland with gorgeous views over the Thames Valley. And it’s best in sunshine, so there we were.

On the way, we found a bench where Tim’s family had had a photo taken eons ago, so we took another to start a Family Tradition (if you do it twice, it’s tradition. Or, if you’re me, if you do it once and announce very loudly that THIS IS A TRADITION NOW, it’s a tradition).

I also discovered that a) you can’t roll skinny jeans into workable shorts, and so b) I have no shorts, and also c) I am total insect fodder. My ankle has swollen bites all over it. They look, I am sorry to say, like little boobs. Inappropriate ankle alert.

And on that bombshell, some photos.

The Holies and Lardon Chase, Streatley, Berkshire. Good for stargazing, deep thoughts and Sunday afternoons. 


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