I know that tomorrow is going to be a mother of a day, so time to get ahead with my M.... a day in July last year, when an invitation arrived to go out to lunch.
I arrived terribly late and we wandered out into my friend's meadow. Formerly a patch of industrial agriculture in Essex. Bought by her and reclaimed as woodland and meadow. Each year the recipe of wildflower plants gets richer and richer. A picnic was hidden in the middle of a patch of vetch. A day to remember for ever.