Quintessentially English

We travelled down ever increasing narrow roads until the hedges reached high above us and there was only room for one car. We were wary of farmers making hay while the sun shone (literally) and moving their bales on the roads. One of us would have to reverse a long way. We relied on Google maps and it took us into the depths of the English countryside to the beautiful 14 Century house of some relatives of the Gilks family. A stunning setting, a wonderfully verdant garden full of butterflies and chestnut trees, hydrangeas and holly hocks and a wall of sweet peas. 

The purpose was purely social, connecting with some members of the family we had not seen in many years. A trip down memory lane- no pun intended- for Queen Nancy. The family were very welcoming and looked after us so well.The house was truly a treasure trove of antiques, fine china, and polished silver in handsome dressers, portraits of loved pets, wooden rafters, massive fireplaces, comfortable and cosy living rooms and nooks and crannies.  They showed us round the extensive grounds as well as the adjoining 11th Century Church, with original pews, which backed onto their property. 

A quintessentially English day with reminiscences, memorabilia and cups of tea.