As I think I mentioned, last weekend my good friend the Songstress was with us for a whirlwind couple of days. When she’s around, crazy things happen.
Like chasing sheep. Unsuccessfully chasing, I might add, and trying to feed them half-eaten apples.
Sheep are just so unimpressed by humans.
We had a hot sunny summer day in Oxford on Sunday and a cold rainy day on Monday. The Songstress found her door!
There were bales and bales of hay in Christ Church Meadow, but mysteriously all the livestock had vanished. Conspiracy theories abounded…was it the apocalypse for cows??!
Big tree, small Songstress.
(P.S. It’s, of course, actually a three-tired car. Still strange, and unique to the UK I think? The driver was not too skinny so the car comically tilted to the right. I say comically, but dangerously would also apply…)
The Songstress was so inspired by this vehicle that in homage she decided to go for the no-arms look at Blenheim Palace.
We ended the chase with some lunch of our own. Cream tea! It was delicious, but really: who, besides the Philosopher, needs a scone AND a piece of cake?!
Love this girl. We have quite a few pictures from university years where the camera catches me giving her a sidelong glance mid-giggle. Either I’m bad at smiling for the camera (true), or I prefer smiling for the Songstress. She’s the kind of gal you smile for – for the beauty of her heart and of her friendship.
Thankfully, someone came along so we got a ‘proper picture’.