Then I Came Home And Had A Nice Lunch.

[rionaleonhart]

At the weekend I visited my aunt and uncle, who live in the middle of nowhere, or as close to the middle of nowhere as you can get in south-east England.

I looked up at a sky full of stars and picked out Cassiopeia and the Plough.

I saw goldfinches on the bird feeder, and learnt that they annoy my dad because they're not gold; he thinks they should be called red-faced finches.

I wandered the sunlit garden and admired the star magnolia.

I met four sheep, one of whom let me stroke her fleece and pat her horns, although I think she was disappointed that I wasn't offering food.

I went into the woods in search of wild garlic with my cousins, and saw a vast oak that had been blown over in the storms, its torn-up root system taller than I was.

I saw butterflies: two brimstones, a peacock, a comma.

I watched the chickens wreaking havoc on the flowerbeds, having broken into the garden.

I stood among the trees and watched ducks and geese flying overhead.

I cuddled a big black cat, who loves being picked up more than any other cat I've ever met; he was purring cheerfully and trying to nuzzle into my neck.

I love living in London, but I've barely left it since the pandemic hit, and I hadn't realised how much I'd missed seeing other places. It felt really good to be somewhere else for a little while, away from everything. I had a really nice couple of days. I just wanted to record that here.

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[necrophilia]

Okay, now tell us about the nice lunch.

This entry is lovely.

[rionaleonhart]

My mum and I dropped into a pub garden in Richmond (the White Swan, if anyone reading this happens to find themselves down that way) and each ordered a lamb sandwich, and it was amazing. Easily the best pub sandwich I've ever had.

Thank you!