The English countryside was different to what I was expecting. It was lush and green with gentle rolling hills. It was sweet. Sweet in the way that you've seen it in so many movies before, in rom-coms and period pieces, with fields and fields of perfectly planted yields, separated with long windy hedges, and country houses in the distance. We spent the arvie with Husband's second cousin, ate a big pub Sunday roast, toured a bit of the local area, and then further stuffed ourselves with afternoon cheese and wine. I'm really liking this new trend of blissful Sundays - though it always has been mine and Husband's favourite day.
See more blissful Sundays here and here. What is your favourite way to spend a Sunday?