What a lovely day I have had today. I knew I was going out to lunch and that friends T and S were collecting me at 12 noon. I was ready with Priscilla at the bottom of the drive as T drove up in his car and soon we were off and away to the village of Carperby again - as last month - for a lovely lunch in the Village Hall - this month it was quiche with green beans, new potatoes, broccoli followed by a meringue with strawberries and cream and chocolate sauce. Coffee to finish off with - lovely meal, lovely table companions with plenty of chat. This is the last lunch meeting until September - but that will be here before we know it.
But then rather than coming straight home - and I am sure knowing how much I miss the countryside although I am happy in my bungalow. they took me through many of the villages I had not been through for seven years at least. What a joyous ride it was; all the trees in full leaf - horse chestnut trees some with white 'candles' and one at least with 'red' -May blossom just beginning to fade - lambs beginning to lose their babyhood and put on weight, milk cows out in the fields between milkings. And, as we neared the village of Hornby which all seems to be built in a rosy-coloured brick/stone we came upon fields full of deer, all part of the farm attached to Hornby Castle. The castle has been there since the late thirteenth century but much of it has been demolished and only a very small amount remains (one doorway is part of the Burrell Collection housed in Glasgow). We turned in the gates (it is a private residence but T and S keep their bee hives there and they thought I would like to see where they were. Indeed I would as we drove deeper and deeper down grassy tracks into woodland peppered with blackbirds and squirrels (grey) and with lovely trees one of which I think S had correctly identified as a Hydrangea (I searched when I got home) which one normally associates with being a shrub. This was a small, low-growing tree.
We came home by a different route passing our old farm - quite sad it being the first time I have been past since I left almost six years ago, but I felt no sense of wanting to return - my farmer is no longer there.
I'm home again now and waiting for my night-time carer, W, to arrive, chat, help me into night clothes and dressing gown and get me two honey and butter-filled crumpets (honey from the bees whose hives I had just been to visit and only 'taken off' last week.)
Tired but replete and happy to have such wonderful friends.
See you tomorrow.