I came here this morning, for a walk with G and O. Now the abbey is an art gallery, but today we came not for the paintings, but for a walk around the grounds. We strolled amongst the trees that lined the banks of the river around the abbey. Hundreds of years ago, the monks used to farm trout in these waters. We wandered through more lush meadows full of spring flowers and blooming grasses, and marvelled at the vivid blue skies and warm sunshine.
G and O picked bunches of flowers from the meadow, which we brought home and put in glasses to decorate the table.