Everything's rosy

We took Dad and Bridget up to the Pergola and Golders Hill park today - lots of flowers and ducks to look at. And a pint at the Old Bull and Bush to wet our whistles before settling in at home for some arduous reading and sunning ourselves in the garden.

Paul cooked a blinder of a meal this evening: herb crusted rack of lamb with new potatoes and asparagus followed by pears poached in red wine with ice cream. We ate al fresco, it was such a balmy evening. Definitely feeling a bit left out not being at Glastonbury!