Inspired by this inviting scene at Gravetye Manor,
we decided that this was the summer we would acquire a croquet set.
It arrived today.
The mallets looked a little bit short.
The hoops no more substantial than bent wire coat hangers.
Well let's just say that it presents
some interesting tactical challenges.
But the satisfactory crack of wooden mallet
on wooden ball played a perfect summer counterpoint
to the muffled shouts from Wimbledon
drifting through an open window.
We played until we couldn't see the hoops anymore.
And then we came in for tarragon chicken,
strawberries and meringues.