A thing of beauty is a joy forever. The words of John Keats jump immediately to mind. We are gazing at a 20ft rhododendron tree, studded with the most vivid red flowers we have ever seen.
Describing Sunday as “the day of rest” has always seemed a little funny to me – after all, there’s usually so much to get organised before the start of another week.
It’s always nice to catch up with an old friend, don’t you think?
Scone Spy went a little off the rails this week.
So, this was what all those years of tummy-expanding scoffing had been leading to.
Siblings are a funny old thing.
There aren’t many moments from my teenage years that I remember fondly – between bad skin, questionable haircuts and battery farm hen level hormones pulsing around the body, it’s a difficult time for most.
Scones, by their very nature, aren’t particularly fashionable.
There’s nothing like a good walk for working up an appetite.
There's nothing quite like having a free weekend to potter around, browse the shops, and spend time with family and friends.
WE’RE all hoping Sir Andy Murray somehow makes it back to his best one day.