The fourth of July was a beautiful sunny day in Minchinhampton, and as George whitewashed the back wall (very Mark Twain-esque) I wandered around the garden. We then put together a lovely picnic dinner that we had on the roof to celebrate Independence Day (ironically in the very country that we were celebrating independence from).
where I could be found for the majority of the day
George hard at work in his patriotic colours
remnants of childhood beneath the vines