Cherries
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♥Jul. 20th, 2014 // 03:07 pm♥
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This morning, the Baby had a bath and GB had a hair cut, so now they're looking very smart.
(GB's mane wasn't as long as it usually is when I get sick of it and give him a trim, but his flysheet tends to squash it down and make it look silly.
Then, we went up to Brogdale, the national fruit collection, for their cherry festival. Not sure that it was worth the £8 to get in, but we did have pig in a bun and cake, and bought some cherries and plums to take home. We did also have a little wander around the orchards, but actually they're kind of dull: row after row after row of not quite identical apple trees... oh, now they're plum trees... cherries... etc.
We didn't bother with the cherry pit spitting or cherry pie eating contests. Or the miniature railway. I was quite amused by the teddybear zip wire parachuting that the local kite club was running.
I was also quite surprised by how crappy their garden centre is: I'd have thought that it would be more impressive, but it's very small and mostly just had a few dozen apple and cherry trees in it.
The weather's been odd: it's been dry today, but it's very misty and there are occasional rumbles of thunder. Jodie's a bit on edge after the last few days, and the internet is utterly shite (several minutes to open a plain text email). Bah. |
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