Gardens always look better just after it rains.
One of their enormous roses.
The neighbors' wisteria, a favorite of mine.
Everything is lush in this damp climate.
After our delicious roast dinner, we went for a nice long walk. A massive slug enjoyed the post-downpour wet pavement. At least he wasn't nibbling on a hosta!
Jennie got her horse fix as we strolled through nearby Patchett's Equestrian Center, where Isla and daughter Fiona used to ride quite a bit.
Our walk took us through the churchyard at St John the Baptist, their local parish. We made it back to the house just in time before the next downpour.
When the sun returned, Don examined a pesky tree limb.
We don't see each other often, so it was hard to say goodbye.
As soon as Jennie and I arrived back at the St Albans train station, and we began the walk to our hotel, the rain poured down a third and final time for the day. We had to seek refuge under the extended roof of the office building next to the train station for about 10 minutes. That was the most rain we'd seen during the entire trip, and, thankfully, the last of it.
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