When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Been excessively busy with deadlines and stuff, but I did manage to take a bit of a holiday while my mum was visiting from the states. It was like the three fates, with the three generations of us - my daughter, myself and my mum - traveling up to Stratford-Upon-Avon on the train (and train and bus and train and taxi and tube). Obviously I like to think we were a rather more attractive set than the weird sisters were.

Anyway, we took a couple days at a country house a few miles outside of the town and there are some photos in the Gallery.

This being Britain, of course, there was thunder, lightning and rain a-plenty, but also the odd outbreak of sun.

(P.S., I’ve had to disable comments because some eejit keeps posting comment spam.)

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