Ah! One of the benefits of retirement is being able (on days like this) to peddal off to somewhere like this for two (or three) hours to cruise gently along shady paths woody bowers grassy meads inhaling the heady perfume of wild roses and honeysuckle having ones likeness recorded by a (very attractive) young woman - who happened by and volunteered before saying goodbye to old friends and sauntering gently home for tea and cakes.
... I did offer ... to take a shot of her ... but she "had to get back to get his tea on, but I'll maybe see you around here again. I often have a stroll here when the weather's nice ... Byee" .
