Actually it’s a meadow. And it’s not at the bottom of the garden. Apart from that the title was fairly accurate.

It had been a long day and the sky was very thankful.

End of a day from the front garden. Glowing.

F proudly clutching a collection of berries and seeds from the lane ready for the school project.

Anyone else think F was the inspiration for Seedos?

From the garden you can look out over the Thames to Benson, the village and the airfield.

On Sundays the bells from St. Helens sing out across the valley.

Old iron fence on the edge of the field on the way into town.

Making the most of the space before all the furniture arrived.

Bikes: the way to get around the new world.

“I want all the pot plants”

After an herculean effort by Messers Les and Adron all the pot plants, plus other miscellaneous stuff, arrived at new house.

Now to unpack…

The second last morning at cross oak road.

Farewell house. You’ve been a fantastic home.

A reminder of the first last morning.

It’s not just a school uniform at the new school’s, they have P.E. kit too.

I say Grayson, don’t we look smart, yes we do Mr. Cholmondley-Warner.

For those not familiar with the UK education system and P.E. see this ministry of information film.

Radio 4 delight.

A summers evening spent watching the warmth go down while crabbing on the river side at Mudeford with Unke Hilton.

(That’s pronounced Muddy Ford rather than Mude Ford which is why it’s spelt Mudeford.)

The little ones weren’t biting but the family next to us made a generous donation which passers by were somewhat impressed by.

F even gave demonstrations!

Wrapped up the day with chips from the cafe.

Who says small cars in the states don’t work?

Surreal is going back to the country you used to live in and staying in a hotel instead of a home.
Try it some time, head down to your local travel lodge for a couple of nights. Weird.