The perfect dayTuesday, September 16, 2014
For us the weekends are time to get out of the house, take in some fresh air, scenery and clear our heads in the bounteous countryside that Norfolk has to offer. I diligently (some may say obsessively) record in photographs the sights and attempt to capture how it felt to be there at that very point in time.
These photographs come from one memorable day back in early summer when I planned out a little trip out to christen our picnic basket that Chris had bought me last year. After filling it to the brim full of food (and a visit to my Gran) we headed out for a favourite spot to sprawl on the picnic blankets and enjoy a long lunch in the sunshine. A meal that lasts over an hour is something quite special indeed by my reckoning.
Suitably full and relaxed, we packed up and took a stroll under the blue skies through the fields and down by the river. I wore a summer dress which used to be my favourite, a ditsy, frilly, floral mini with a floral crown and my Cath Kidston polka dot shoes.
It really was a fabulous afternoon, but life likes to keep you on your toes. My Grandma died that afternoon. I like to think that heaven (if there is one) is a wildflower pasture on a summer's day.
There is no such thing as perfect.