As I settle into my summer, I feel a slight tinge of regret that I won't be leaving the UK this time. There's always something so magical about relaxing in a foreign land. Of course, this isn't helped by my current read, A Room With a View, which puts me right in the mood for a romantic trip to Italy.
The photo you see above is from last August's visit to a small Mediterranean village. A garden lined in paintings where you can sit and sip lemonade under a canopy of growing grapes. Exotic. Magical.
But yesterday I looked into my British garden and it too, in the early evening sun, looked magical.