Daffodils..

… above one of the bedroom doors of last week’s cottage.

No photos today which feels strange having taken so many last week, so sharing another gem from our time away.

All washing done, and all ironing as well while watching the last two episodes of Becoming Elizabeth. Gosh, such brutal, heartless and self- centred times back then. That be-heading, how could they do it. To a family member too.

This afternoon we sat in the garden with our books. I’m now reading The Last Tudor which will further tie in with Becoming Elizabeth. Good timing.