Someone told me this was the best summer England has had in years. That depresses me beyond words. I admit, we have had many good days of sunshine in the past month or two. In my usual fashion, a glimmer of sunshine makes me forget all the darkness that came before, and will inevitably return. So today, while the sun shines, I think summer will last forever. But — brrr — the days of darkness are coming … just not yet. And when the sun shines on a bright bank holiday weekend, we head out to events like the Blenheim Palace Festival of Transport. That’s a fancy name for ‘car show in a field.’
Since I can reliably identify something with four wheels and at least one door as a ‘car’ — and there my expertise ends — I must admit I mostly followed after my son as he exclaimed about numbers and engines and age and other esoterica. I took photos of things that looked cool to me.
And a chance, later, for a stroll through the grounds and a close up view of the imminent change of seasons. (See some of my favorite photos of Blenheim.) And the dream of journeying on through this gorgeous country in sunshine and peace.