“Nothing ever happens in the country.”
– The Moving Finger, Agatha Christie
Yeah, yeah, it’s nearly June. But as we just returned to the manor for a kick off to summer, I’d be remiss if I didn’t share these photos rediscovered in the depths of my dropbox to give you the sense of both seasons in Rutland at its finest.
We spent the New Year at a friend’s country house with food, games, and inter-war music records in front of fires. Dogs abounded, a carousel of interesting people came and went, long walks were taken. Basically we stepped straight back into the 1930s and were sad to be obliged to resurface when it was over.