There's something about a nice day that makes you want to take it by the hand and roll around in the grass. We spent Sunday evening picnicking in our secret spot on the Thames: a farmer's field perfect for frolicking. It was an impromptu meal made of what I could find -- sticky sausages with honey and whole-grain mustard, a crusty loaf, Stilton and salad. I filled a pitcher with Pimms and lemonade, and panicked slightly when I couldn't find any cucumber (we made due with some cut apples and oranges.) Added a sprig of mint from the pot in the garden. Perfect.
As we sipped our Pimms, we suddenly became aware we had front row seats to the evening Mayfly performance. Hundreds of the lacy rail-thin dancers surrounded us, flinging themselves into the air, and then dropping a few inches. They repeated this over and over (either that, or I drank too much Pimms).
The girls had a great time chasing the Mayflies around ... and this one landed on Alexandra's arm.
Amazing those little angels only live for a day. Gives more meaning to the phrase carpe diem!
Have you seen the Mayflies yet? Hurry, it's almost June.
