The Union Jack is flying, the cottage gardens are beginning to bloom with tulips and one day soon - wisteria, plus there are wooden bridges across little streams and horse & carts, or rather carriages.
We boarded the Queen's coach and were taken nobly around by Mr Bob and Captain & Ranger. So civilised! The sun beat down a little harder by lunchtime so we picnicked under an expansive notable tree of Virginia and gently strolled on the shady side of the street. J had even got in a bit of watering-can training from a '1770s' gardener.
