Dead dogs and daffodils ..... and cake
What ho! What the blazes has been going on in Oxfordshire, old chap? I hear you cry.
Well, last weekend, it was 'daffodil day', that's what. Now daffodil day is an annual tradition upheld by the landed gentry in the locale of my village, Forest Hill. Basically, the Lord of manor invites all the local peasantry (like me) to his stately home for the afternoon to view the amazing displays of Spring daffodils.
Despite the fact that once you have seen one daffodil, the rest are pretty samey, it is still a lovely community event. And it raises a lot of money for the upkeep of the local church, to which the Lord belongs. I'm not a member though, nor am I religious. But I probably would be if being religious didn't involve getting up early on a Sunday. Plus I think hymns are a bit boring. They should maybe introduce some hardcore breaks to mash 'em up a little. Or throw in a bit of darkside jungle to spice up the mix.
Anyway, I digress, back to my afternoon out at Shotover House. As I mentioned, it is a friendly community event and virtually everyone from the villages attends. And here are some pictures for you.
All in all, it was a rather lovely afternoon and the sun stayed out for the entire time. Spring is ace - my favourite time of year.
So what have you been up to today dahlink?
Annie (Lady M) x