Friday picture show

If I go on too much about the countryside where I live, the Monsal Trail, or my garden, I’ll be in danger of turning into a pensioner version of Fotherington-Thomas from How to be Topp.  But in high summer, being outside is what I like best. All the long days. I like waking up to sunshine on the lime trees in the field across the road,

but it feels sacrilegous to be going to bed while the setting sun is still playing on the blossom outside the side window in the bedroom.

Here are some pictures - sans warbling - from my week of summer.

Breakfast

The rose at the garden wall

a morning ride up the Trail

Waiting for Liz and tea  (aka supper/dinner)  on the terrace at Hassop Station

Walking home after tea down the Trail

And home up the lane