A day out in the sun

The other day a few of us decided to enjoy a day out in the sun, so headed to Snowshill Manor. We romped around the Cotswolds for a few hours, gasping and drooling over three rooms full of spinning wheels (well, Denise did), admiring pretty views, looking glamorous in sunglasses (even though our hair had been attacked by wind in the back of a cabriolet), riding wooden pigs, attacking samurai suits with our light sabre apps, appreciating dead beetle arrangements and joining the National Trust.

 

Later, we bought wool, ate ice cream, admired Rastafarian sheep, giggled at signs with incorrect punctuation, bought an owl, sniffed some soaps and accused waiters at the RSC of trying to kill us (in jest of course, the meal was quite lovely).