Monday 3 August 2015

2 August : Pub Garden




Our local pub garden is a cheerful place on a sunny Sunday afternoon. The hanging baskets are an outrageous mixture of colours, plants jostling for space and foaming down the walls. Wisteria threatens to engulf the building, burnt orange nasturtiums creep through iron railings and purple petunias blow against the barn doors. A row of old milk churns overflowing with lobelia, a delicious patchwork of blues and purples, separate the tables from parked cars. Sitting outside, drinking cider with MrM and listening to laughter coming through the open door, I can't think of anywhere in the world that I would rather be.



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    1. It is a very old fashioned country pub and we are lucky to have it in the village.

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  2. Oh isn't it nice to sit outside a pretty pub with a drink and the one you love. Cheers Alice.

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    1. Cheers right back to you. We were lucky to get a table this time - I think that everyone had gone to the beach because it was the first sunny day for a while.

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  3. I bet the wisteria looks amazing when in flower - don't envy the pruning job though.

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    1. I am sure that you could get gobbled up by that wisteria if you were careless.

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  4. I do love a pretty pub garden, especially on a sunny day.

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