The best weekends are those you don’t expect. I’d been invited to stay in Suffolk with a new gaggle of friends. It was the kind of hot, hazy, mid summer weekend that shows the English countryside off at it’s best. When the weather is this good, there is no finer place to be.
We piled into Will’s Citröen 2CV, the soft top roof curled back and a stash of Pimms + suncream and zoomed off to the river for a row. The Citröen 2CV is the coolest little car, you can’t fail but grin from ear to ear when cruising round in one.
The last row of the day had already set sail by the time we arrived. Somewhat miffed, we tried to make up for it with an ice cream, but their faces say it all……
We decided to walk down to Flatford Mill, which was owned by Constable’s father. So unchanged are the views, it feels as if you are walking through Constable’s paintings. The holly hocks were in full bloom and it wasn’t hard to take a good snap, just look at it, it’s breathtakingly beautiful.
Will’s parents have the most marvellous folly in their garden, which was bathed in golden light as we drank a few sundowners and looked across the meadow flowers. We then fired up Will’s self built pizza oven, drinking and eating late into the night.
The next day after a long cooked breakfast, we waked down to the lake, filled with water lillies and a circling heron looking for his next catch. The remainder of the day being spent languishing by the pool, gossiping with a big jug of pimms. The type of afternoon, Jilly Cooper would be proud of! Heaven!
The soundtrack to the weekend: