No, it's not the Christmas card again, but the curtains at my new flat. I suddenly saw them in the mirror, and realised the similarity...
We are loving our little 'weekends away' - though some of them are 'midweek breaks'! - to the flat. It is very comfortable and relaxing, and we have the added bonus of rainbows that appear at certain times of the morning, when the join in the glass of our balcony, or the corner of the balcony upstairs to our right, become prisms. Was it one of the Pollyanna books where an invalid has rainbows in her room from a prism hanging in the window?
We had an 'out' yesterday, to see one of my favourite places, Cleeve Abbey, and on the way, had a splendid lunch at he Luttrell Arms in Dunster. The Luttrell family, in the person of George Luttrell, played much the same role at Cleeve as EJO gives to Sir Antony Abinger.
Here he is, looking very much a younger version of the man EJO describes as Sir Antony:
And of course, no visit to Dunster would be complete without calling into 'Home Coming' - this is an Aladdin's cave of a shop and we had intended to get Mr Bufo some new slippers there ... this time they had some rather nice Blue Faced Leicester wool, so I indulged.
There are 6 black and 4 speckled tweed balls, so I should get a reasonable jumper out of them.