The garden, not the back yard
File today’s post under PINK, for the hippos that frequent this part of the Thames
In England they have gardens, not front or back yards. Those are where you keep animals, I’m told. There’s a lovely, lovely garden here at 10 St. Andrews Road in Henley-on-Thames, where my long-time friend Trish lives.
She rents rooms from time to time as a B&B host, so if you’re ever coming this way, plan to call for availability. (She fills up quickly during the annual summer Henley Royal Regatta.)
We’ve been taking long walks along the Thames, visiting both the street markets and contemporary shops, admiring the boats and the rowing clubs (note the hippo on the Leander Club crest, oldest rowing club on the Thames) and chatting with her niece Michelle and daughter Julia, two poised twenty-somethings soon on their way to respective graduate study programs in St. Petersburg and London. Youngest daughter Eva just left for a three-week visit to the States, joyous with news of successful A-level exams that send her to Exeter for university when she returns. August is clearly about more than just vacations here for students.
Meanwhile, Trish and I have been having leisurely catch-up conversations in the garden.