So, figuring that we can’t actually work all day, we decided to go have lunch at the Burford Garden Centre.
You’d love it here. Walking into the huge, multi-layered, multi-spaced complex and hitting this wall of jasmine was just magical, and, as you come with me, imagine the scent paperwhites and hyacinths and orchids of every description following you around.
There is everything here you could imagine, and I fell in love with the hand-spun and naturally dyed wool products, like these blankets, and the hand woven market baskets. The lovely thing is that mostly all of the products are made in England by small British enterprises.
Robert and I planned on how we can construct a barn board table like this one.
I thought about painting some fabric for pillows.
Or maybe just stitching up some gingham pillows for the spring. Aren’t they fresh and lovely?
And they have the loveliest collections of old china.
And tea services.
Then we got silly trying on the hats. (no sniggering at the “thing” behind me please)
But of course, since this is a garden centre, there are garden supplies, and loads of beautiful rustic pots. Those are my favourite.
And, apparently, it’s time to think about planting potatoes and onions. Not in this soggy ground, I’m afraid.
But then, I bet there’s still loads of time.