When the summer existed...
One day, a long long time ago, we went to Oxfordshire. Hot air balloons laced across the sky as we sat in a garden eating scrumptious salads...
The hostess, parents of a dear friend of ours, is a potter extraordinaire and all of her family tableware is made in her studio.
The studio itself is hidden in the inner corner of a garden full of blossoming flowers, trees laden with fruit and tempting little places to swing, seat, sunbathe and generally relax.
A delicious day in the heat of the summer.
If only I could remember what it felt like to be warm.
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