Leafy Lytham

A lazy start - just as it should be on a Saturday. We pottered about, had a go at scrubbing the patio but decided to leave it until another day when the cleaning fluid had had a chance to do its work.

We drove down the road into Lytham and parked outside the church. My slightly battered little Ka looked very out of place among all the Bentleys, Ferraris, Jags, Mercs and open-top Audis. The bright sun belied a very nippy wind, and after a walk through Lowther Gardens - where I snapped this shady bluebell glade - we made for Wetherspoons for a glass or two.

Back home, it's tea and buttery toasted hot cross buns (not sure about Jonathan lathering his with peanut butter though!!).