This past weekend I was forced to endure what appears to count as some kind of mini-holiday, notably a visit to Newport, Rhode Island.
They fed me salt water taffy:
(You may well ask about the red ribbon. Dare I attempt to explain? The American had too much wine and got, er, festive.)
And "Mexican" food. In Rhode Island, mind.
In short, there was much eating.
I hate eating.
We also visited large houses. One was an old Vanderbilt estate known as The Breakers. Here we are standing beside a sign. I ask you, of all the lovely spots to take photographs, why do it beside this sign? I suppose the day I begin to understand will be the day I've lost my wits.
There were lions, of one kind
and another . . .
But there were also lovely blue hydrangeas.
We visited a topiary garden as well.
There was some hide and seek . . .
and I rode the ducky . . .
and we relaxed a bit on the lawn chairs . . .
as well as on the veranda.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall . . .
That wants it down!