Here I am your roving blogger, sitting in her cottage garden, sipping a cold glass of white wine and listening to the babbling of the brook and the wood pigeons. Ooh last night we lay in bed listening to an owl! For a city gal it was quite extraorder! ( sorry, been reading the letters between the Mitford sisters all week and have developed a sort of upper class thirties accent - heaven!)
Anyhoo one if the things that makes staying at our cottage better than any other (she said, modestly) is that you get a jar of my homemade jam which is divine :-)
Sadly my deerlings we are now fully booked until the end of October. How beastly for you all.