Afternoon at Cliveden – 20 April 2015
The last hours of the holidays were slipping away when Dad decided to deal with the elephant in the room. There we were, the three of us sipping soup in the kitchen, unwilling to acknowledge an embarrassing truth. The whole of the Easter break had come and so nearly gone without any one of us spending so much as an hour at Cliveden.
Clearly, this needed to be put right. And so, at twenty-past-two, we jumped into the car and set off for Taplow.
The weather was perfect: warm enough to be without our jumpers, but not so hot that it was uncomfortable. The gardens were especially beautiful; most notably, a neat semi-circle of tulips at the end of the parterre. Our visit was rounded off by a cup of tea and piece of flapjack in the spring warmth, thanks to a gift-voucher I happened to have with me in my wallet.
I really cannot think of any way I’d rather have spent my inset day.
Spending the last afternoon of the Easter holidays at Cliveden. It is absolutely glorious. pic.twitter.com/mONUZfRyEZ
— Andrew Burdett ن (@AndrewBurdett1) April 20, 2015