Never before have I actually said goodbye to summer. Usually it peters out in a blur of drizzle and before you know it the heating is on and the gloves are out. But on Sunday night, our little family of three stood in the back garden, still wearing shorts and sandals, and bade the warm weather and hazy blue skies goodbye. A little wave from us all as the sun set and a welcome to the Little One's first experience of the cold. And now the rain is lashing down, the skies are grey but I'm feeling warmed inside by the memories of a perfect last weekend in the sun.
Like most Brits, we attempted to stay outside for the entire weekend. So for us this meant tummy time, learning to roll, and milkshakes in the garden. Then the Vintage Bride and her boys came to stay so we headed for a picnic and the Vintage & Handmade Fair in Chipping Sodbury on Saturday, followed by sitting by candlelight in the garden till late eating BBQ food and sipping champagne to celebrate the new job of the Vintage Husband. Sunday started with rugby watching and a canal walk, followed by a pub lunch in a baking beer garden and then a bottle of wine al fresco at the Holburne Museum cafe. Bliss with a capital B. Farewell summer ... it's been a blast.