This is what I call fate - I bring the flowers for my friend Liz and it turns out she has the perfect pottery jug to match the roses.
She also has the most beautiful climbing rose outside of her house, that sparkles in a brief bit of summer sunshine. The rose is called New Dawn and I am already trying to imagine where I could grow it.
Liz is an interior designer and chef (great friend to have!) and over wine and food we scheme on an idea for a new book. We still think it is a good idea when we are sober the next morning - so who knows!
Liz has a fabulous garden ...
and she has brought some of it inside for our bedroom.
We spend Saturday wandering around Saffron Walden market,
- well worth a visit if you are in the area.
Liz tells me she sometimes spots Jamie Oliver shopping at the market stalls. I'm kind of glad we don't bump into him as my daughter Libby has a short film that has been shortlisted for an award - the prize being work experience in his TV company. She is ecstatic at the prospect and I don't know if I could hold off from telling him!
I of course spot the flowers, plus (I am very pleased to say) the perfect floral dress and shoes. I have no idea when I will wear them but it was love at first sight.
So all in all, a great weekend of flowers.
