Visitors

Having visitors yesterday meant that it was another day when …

… the fruit didn’t get picked and preserved

… the peach suckers i pulled up and stuck in a bucket of water didn’t get planted into pots full of compost

… the already cooked mixed fruit didn’t get turned into jam, instead it waited until today to be turned into a (very runny) crumble

… the poo didn’t get cleaned up out of the horses’ field

… my garden didn’t get watered, apart from the bit that I’ve already set up with drip irrigation

… we sat up late into the night talking (after the visitors had left) fuelled by the remains of the wine that got started with dinner – and consequently today is another day when most of the above jobs also didn’t get done

But having visitors also meant that …

… we got to meet some lovely people

… we talked, laughed, joked, ate, and drank wine

… we saw an adorable little girl’s eyes light up at the sight of juicy ripe strawberries, peaches and plums  and witness her eating them with almost as much enthusiasm as she polished off the yorkshire pudding!

… I went horse riding (and got to see some of the amazing countryside and views we enjoy here daily through new eyes experiencing them for the first time)