Happy birthday

Had they chosen last weekend for the party we’d have pitched our tents lazily in the sun, lolled in strappy tops and rolled up trousers, ambled in bare feet from the amazing food in the shed to the marquee decked with fairy lights and flowers, met old friends and discovered interesting new people.

Since they chose this weekend of torrential rain it was all the same except we wore boots and waterproofs, warmed up round the firepit, and somehow found space indoors to sleep.

What a brilliant party. Happy birthday K.



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