Any season that isn’t summer is not my bag. Summer is the absolute dogs danglies. Autumn is, in my opinion, the worst season. Spring means summer is coming, and winter at least has Christmas. Autumn? To me it just signifies the end of the good stuff (summer) and the beginning of the cold of winter. I don’t understand how people get excited about autumn.Continue reading
Here’s what I got up to.
We drove to Clent Hills for some sunshine and fresh air and beautiful views.
The rest of Birmingham had the same idea and it was manic. No parking spaces and an impatient husband conspired against us.
So we came home and went out locally.
We watched great blues and jazz music c/o Moseley’s best pub on a sunny day, The Prince of Wales.
Hannah Johnson and The Broken Hearts are a great Country band with a sweet female vocalist, a cool steel guitarist, an amazing lead guitarist and a double bassist. Double bass is my favourite instrument.
So we drank some cocktails (an Old Fashioned for him and a hmm.a.hmm.aaaa.hmm for me…I can’t remember the name, but it contained gin and elderflower).
And then went for Moroccan food, starting with mussels with chilli which, I am so hooked on, I can’t have anything else when I eat here.
Much love for Bank Holiday!