When I am stressed, or simply grumpy, I find that it helps to take some time out with the dogs/cats/chickens. A lovely glass of wine helps or, failing that, a good cup of tea.
So, now I am calm and composed once more, please do accept my apologies for the earlier post.
Aged Aunt can't help it. She is what she is.
The drive home was quite nice, the sun shone a little and really highlighted the copper, orange and ochre of the leaves. Some colours were amazingly beautiful.
For once we came home on the main A16 road, we didn't turn off until Burwell. One of the delights of turning off there is that we pass the remains of a huge, old walled garden.
The 'big house' was demolished in the 1950's/60's although it must have been quite something, if the walled garden is anything to go by.
It is huge. The wall nearest us is about five feet high, the one at the back is even bigger.
We were very excited when we first came across the garden ruins, and thought that it must be the remains of a Victorian kitchen garden, but we have been told since then that the garden is believed to have been established by Benedictine Monks long before then! I love the idea of monks growing food there, long ago.
Burwell is said to have some pretty exciting Roman archaeology too. I will try to question the local historian a bit more about the Roman side of things and I'll let you know what I find out.