It was sort of a quiet weekend; sort of action packed. I'm sure you know what I mean. Friday started bright and early, with an amazing visit pre-gates opening to the Chelsea Flower Show, which could have been the blog all on its own... but I decided to save those photos, perhaps for another day.
Charlie headed straight down to Dorset and that afternoon I left on the train, weary after a rather full two weeks in London. The countryside was transformed in that fortnight into a vivid late-May bursting bright green. It was such a relief to be home.
Early on Saturday morning we headed to Bridport Market before the crowds of Bank Holiday trippers clogged the roads into our favourite little Dorset town. After breakfast at Soulshine we headed west. The clouds were clearing, sunshine breaking through, and I thought Charlie might like a look at the gardens at Forde Abbey.