|Lacock Abbey in May|
The orchard had hints of fairyland about it.
|Lacock Abbey orchard|
It wasn't all white - the walled garden was a mass of colour!
And Mark showed off his croquet skills.
|anyone for croquet?|
We also went inside the house. Mark rather took to being a country gentleman, while I seemed more at home as a rosy cheeked scullery maid!
Now this is where I could see myself taking afternoon tea (but instead we went to St John's Hunting Lodge for warm cinnamon lumbs and Margaret's tea).
|tea in the withdrawing room|