We spent Bastille Day (14th July, also my Dad’s birthday *raises glass to sky*) at a local gardens where they were holding a garden party. There was live music in the afternoon, you could take your picnic and there were games in the gardens too.
I, naturally, got dolled up in my best garden party outfit (which wasn’t overly wonderful because I don’t have a huge amount of clothes that fit now I’m fat…but I’m working on that, anyway…) which consisted of a yellow dress, pink leggings, a white cardigan and a summery hat.
It had been a while since we’d been to these gardens, we used to go quite regularly, taking guests a lot, and then we stopped, I’m not sure why. It’s a shame because they’re so beautiful, they even have a maize maze there in summer, only a small one mind! They’ve actually been done up somewhat since we last went; the entrance has moved and is now fancy pants, and the parking is right by the entrance, whereas you used to have to walk down the road from the car park.
But back to the garden party…
There was skittles, boules, tennis, badminton and, of course, croquet!
In amongst all the stunning flowers were benches for you to sit on while you took in the beauty that nature has to offer.