We met through a latched gate down a straight concrete path With flowers and grass on either side To a white cottage with a Thick thatched roof. To the right of the front door Was a climbing, yellow,’ Chelsea’ rose.
The garden was an orchard of tenderness with Five elderly leaning apple trees bearing fruit. And David Austin roses in a variety of colours Many wild and cultivated flowers grew and plentiful Of bird song.
Roger and I sat together at a small Table and chairs And were given a delightful meal Of chicken and vegetables Followed by ice cream and mixed fruit salad After resting with cups of tea I wandered round the garden to see all the Beauty of this wilderness and a boat in a large Rather dilapidated shed Later to be rebuild into a fine garage of Original Suffolk stone and two wooden doors.
Our time together was very precious to me. Filling in much that I had heard about, but Never encountered, from a very dear relative.
In the afternoon we went into Bury St Edmunds central To see the Cathedral, Abbey Gardens, with resplendent Flower beds frequently replenished in an abudance of colourful changes and the antiquated book shops. The day was concluded with strawberries and cream in the Park sitting on a bench in the sun.
We had a long journey back to Watford. I never forget this day so unusual was it Made by my friend.