By: Blonde Two

I went to visit my Dad over our extra long bank holiday weekend (thanks Your Majesty!) Dad lives in a very quiet house, in a very quiet garden, in a very quiet Cornish village.

And he has a lawn. At least he has a lawn, but this lawn isn’t a lawn of grass; it isn’t a lawn of camomile, it is a lawn of wild primroses.

Primroses St Germans 3

It is really pretty (not beautiful, that would be too sophisticated) so, after a sausage lunch and a half of ale, I took some photos in the sun and fell asleep on the primrose lawn. Luckily they are bouncy little fellows and sprung straight back up after their squashing.