After a frantically busy week, yesterday we headed to our friends’ home in the Buckinghamshire countryside for a quiet weekend. We had a lovely visit over dinner last night, and this morning we awoke to birdsong and lambs gently baa-ing in the fields beside to their house. Bliss.
Our friends’ home, which they designed and built themselves, is a beautiful oak framed dwelling backing onto three acres of open countryside. The adjacent field belongs to a farmer who raises lambs - for what I am not sure but they are so cute I really do hope it is for their wool!
On good terms with the farmer, our friends often allow him to open the gate and let the lambs wander into their acres of field to eat the grass. (It saves having to mow it!) This morning we wandered down to visit with them. They were very friendly.
The mama lamb brought her babies over for us to see and watched curiously as I took photographs. It felt like time stood still.
We have just wandered back into the house and I’m still amazed at what a joy it was to get so close to those gorgeous baby lambs. The sun is trying to peek through the clouds, Norah Jones is on the stereo, and as we sit reading the papers, Sunday lunch (definitely not lamb!) is cooking in our friends’ beautiful kitchen. Sitting looking out on to their garden and the fields beyond, I know that this is how Sundays were always meant to be.
I hope you are having a Sweet Sunday with family and friends too.