A massively action jackson Easter weekend, as due to the continuing hot weather, we were able to pack loads in. I awoke on Good Friday to Flo asking what that meant. When I explained that while Christmas is Jesus's birthday, Good Friday is the day he died. She asked her usual questions about someone's death "Did he like cigaretting?", "Did he die in a car crash?", " Did he cross the road without looking?" etc. When I explained that actually he died when some people nailed him to a massive cross and popped him up on a hill, she looked horrified and declared, "You can't do that!!" Once the shock of the crucifixion had worn off, we drove to Maria's for an amazing roast lamb lunch served with caramelised tomatoes. It was a scorcher so after a spirited Easter egg hunt, we popped next door to Tina's to cool off in her pool.
On Easter Saturday, as I pottered in my garden, as has become my morning habit, I was chuffed to bits to see the fantastic wisteria and clematis in full bloom. Smashing. We packed a picnic and went to Summerfield woods, a new find for us and an absolute revelation. I 've written before about St Helen's Woods, where we often go for walks as it's a short drive away, but Summerfield Woods are only a short walk from our house. Bizarrely they are really close to the town centre and yet almost completely hidden as they sit behind houses, the law courts and museum. I didn't take my camera so can't show any pictures here but the woods were absolutely magical like a film set of a fairyland. Beautiful trees, bluebells popping up everywhere, streams, a maze and a walled garden where we had our picnic. On Easter Sunday our neighbours ( and new best friends) Janice and Roger organised an Easter egg hunt in their lovely garden, complete with little arrows and signs and chocolate carrots hidden in the vegetable patch. The kids had to be quick because once again it was so hot, the chocolate was melting. I am not making this up.
Back home, other new best friends Cathy and Dom and their kids, recently returned from 5 weeks in Sydney, joined us for a meat-tastic barbecue on the deck. Despite complaints from us all that we would never get through 20 sausages, 8 burgers and steaks plus all the side dishes we made, we ate the lot.
On Easter Monday Janice and Roger invited us to their beach hut at St Leonards. The beach hut is a curiously British thing that may surprise and amuse Australians. It is like a garden shed, you keep at the beach, jammed full of anything and everything you might need in the event of any type of weather and natural disaster. We had no problems weather wise as it was another corker of a day. While Roger barbecued fresh mackerel, and took the kids out on the rowing boat, in an hilariously girly fashion, Rob and I sat back and sipped cold prosecco, feeling that life wasn't so bad after all.
On Easter Saturday, as I pottered in my garden, as has become my morning habit, I was chuffed to bits to see the fantastic wisteria and clematis in full bloom. Smashing. We packed a picnic and went to Summerfield woods, a new find for us and an absolute revelation. I 've written before about St Helen's Woods, where we often go for walks as it's a short drive away, but Summerfield Woods are only a short walk from our house. Bizarrely they are really close to the town centre and yet almost completely hidden as they sit behind houses, the law courts and museum. I didn't take my camera so can't show any pictures here but the woods were absolutely magical like a film set of a fairyland. Beautiful trees, bluebells popping up everywhere, streams, a maze and a walled garden where we had our picnic. On Easter Sunday our neighbours ( and new best friends) Janice and Roger organised an Easter egg hunt in their lovely garden, complete with little arrows and signs and chocolate carrots hidden in the vegetable patch. The kids had to be quick because once again it was so hot, the chocolate was melting. I am not making this up.
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