Easter with the Wolkensteins at Gravetye.

Gravetye Manor.
(click for link)

Pretty.

Prettier.

Our country home.

To the manor born.

Mummy and BJ relax.
(BJ loves magazines - especially OK and Hello.
She loves Jordan and Peter Andre).

Creepy.

The view from our window - the guy who built this garden was
a pioneer in English Wild Gardening. This place has a
massive stone walled kitchen garden.

For prettifying oneself.

How gorgeous.

Endless tea in England.

Now THIS is what I call a bathroom.

And THIS is what I call a tap!

BJ kicks back.

Betty's fireside manner.

Ye Olde Baby.

We went to Gravetye Manor for my birthday and then wandered aimlessly til we stumbled on Yalding Farm. Gravetye was gorgeous and the gardens had to be seen to be believed. There was a kitchen garden and by the looks of it, when it is yielding, it would make enough goodies to supply the kitchen (Michelin one-star run by some poor French people trapped in the English countryside). They'll monitor your baby over the phone so you can eat sans baby like a single person - so nice to be able to hold a knife and a fork at once!

Yalding was great, but we'll need to go back. They are having a propagating workshop soon. On the home front, we have planted quite a bit of our garden and Julian is propagating lots of food (including seeds from our Waitrose tomatoes). We have strawberry runners, chives, coriander, lettuce, tomato, poppy and nasturtium seeds. I have been potting houseplants and crying about my seedlings being eaten by pidgeons. BJ has started baby massage which she loves, and regarding her vocal development - well, we can't shut her up.