On Saturday we went to Bath, which is about a half hour's drive away. I dropped Christopher off in the centre of the city, and then navigated my way to a church hall about five minute's drive away. Bath Quilters were having their annual exhibition. It was only a small show, with about 100 quilts and just two stalls, which was just as well as I was in a one-hour parking spot. There were a mixture of quilts, some elaborate, some traditional, some modern. It was good to look with a more experienced eye than at the previous exhibition I had visited, and it was quite encouraging to know that I could have exhibited there without shame. Perhaps another time. Here are just a few of the photographs that I took - there wasn't a lot of room to stand back, so some of them are bit wonky.
Sunday was a glorious spring day, really warm, and we managed to get quite a lot done in the garden. In the early evening, just as I was getting supper ready and Christopher was enjoying a glass of wine on the bench I bought him for his birthday, he called me out to see a wonderful sight. About six hot air balloons were flying past the house. It was probably their first chance to get out this year, and what a perfect evening for it. They're so quiet, apart from the occasional burn.
Today, I finally gave in and bought some tights! We've been here four and half weeks now, and my bag of tights still haven't turned up - they're probably buried somewhere in the garage. Much as I prefer to wear trousers, I like to have the option of wearing a skirt. I wonder how long it will be before they finally turn up?