The buses were so confusing. I gave up and went on the train. More than I intended to pay, but so much quicker and easy to work out.
I will confess from the outset that I wore the wrong shoes.
This is so unlike me...
But I believed the church we were meeting at (because it was having an open day, and I like ecclesiastical architecture) was right on the High Street. Nope, it was along a gravelled path. Note to self, next time you meet Carruthers, wear flat shoes and rely on conversation to impress him, not in platform wedges and height.
Cornflowers and clematis.