OK, so it was really the day after. But the morning was gorgeous,
as the fog stole quietly
up the field in the morning. By evening, we were ready for the pasta jif
sent (with a fresh tomato
& herb sauce) and
a steak with the wonderful Jost Marechal Foch
under the hanging basket.
And finally there was the amazing chocolate
with licorice (who knew?) from the Italian market which the MP proposed
we eat under the maple. Russ didn't quite make it
before the camera fired. All good, anyway. Look at that green . . .