Our English pastoral idyll continues

It is so bizarre being back in England. Yesterday in a spare hour I took the girls down to the village to see a traction engine rally(!) and on the way up to London to see Felicity's brother and his family we drove past three village green cricket matches. Anything more, and our weekend would turn into some English pastoral cliché.

Today I played in the worship team at Felicity's parents' church and then we went to a pig roast lunch on the lawn of a large house and then to visit Felicity's splendid granny where we had a proper English high tea. She had even made a Victoria sponge cake, and we sat on the edge of our seats and held our bone china tea cups ever so delicately.

Come to think of it, maybe we are living that cliché after all!