I couldn't not blog about the weekend catch up, could I? Beth did a great wrap with her post and pictures yesterday, but here's my take on the weekend.
After a quick trip down the motorway (the time fly by with lots of chat with PPMJ) we stopped off in to pick up some essentials – you know Veuve, Moet and apple tarts (essential, I tell you). Then before we knew it we were pulling into Beth's gorgeous gravel driveway and was pleased to see her country abode is even more beautiful in real life.
There were scones, champagne, a trip to the most picturesque pub, play with her delightful girls and then dinner. Oh my lord, the pork was sensational and about two-thirds of the way through I thought I'd be able to finish it easily, but I suddenly hit the wall. Big. Time.
We retired to the lounge to unbutton our pants and chat some more. Let's just say there was a lot of giggling. I then had the most blissful sleep – dark, silent, no little people to wake me, cool weather = perfect sleeping conditions.
Scrumptious bacon, eggs and coffee in the morning and then it was time to hit the motorway again (with a quick stop at a fabulous antique shop on the way).
It was a truly fun weekend. Beth was the most fabulous hostess, being in her picture-perfect home with her gracious hospitality had me feeling like I was staying in a boutique hotel. If you ever get an invite to her home, make sure you say 'YES!'.
I can not wait to do it again soon.