We went in search of a bluebell wood. At Ashridge Estate we realised that we'd missed the bluebells by about a fortnight - the ones that were left were faded and drooping. But the aroma wafting through the trees indicated that we were just in time for the garlic season. I have never in my life before seen so much wild garlic! It was such a pity we hadn't packed a plastic bag, or I would have done some serious foraging (although I suspect that would be against National Trust rules).
After a lovely walk in the cool woods - doing a lot of research for Captain Haddock on the natural growth habits of the field maple - it was time for tea.
Paul has never knowingly left a scone uneaten, and while he isn't a huge fan of the fruit scone, he was pretty happy with this one.
I'd sort of had my heart set on a piece of sponge cake - if at all possible sandwiched with strawberry jam and whipped cream and dusted with icing sugar. It wasn't to be. But what they did have was a very close relation of the brownie crusted cheesecake Mr Orph posted about recently. It was a good effort - but should have been lemonier to cut through the rich chocolate of the brownie crust.