Coffee and cake in the den

You’ll have noticed that the consequence of me liking words is that I tend to use quite a lot of them - ie I don’t naturally write short blog posts! But here is proof that I can be short and snappy if I try. [Postcript, to clarify: short by my standards, that is. But not really snappy. Extra words just keep on creeping onto the screen, somehow.]

This post is more about the photos. For those of you who read the post “A copper-beech cathedral” and liked the sound of coffee and cake in the den at the end of my garden, I have carried out a test run. It was a great hardship, of course, and done solely for the benefit of you, loyal readers (and new ones), and not because I’m really a child at heart... Or perhaps I can claim that I was forest-bathing, to sound more on trend? (The den admittedly needs a bit of a tidy up. But I was more focussed on the cake, I’m afraid.)

Wherever you are, I hope that today you too can find time and peaceful space for a coffee-and-cake break. (Other liquid refreshment is also permitted, I hasten to add. But cake is pretty much compulsory, or a large cheese scone with butter if you insist on something savoury. Otherwise, please apply in triplicate for permission to consume a substitute treat.)

Enough of the words.