Ever since we had the boys (who are now 16 and 14) we have made sure that we get away for a weekend at least once a year to ensure we have some "us time" and so back in August Mr G and I had a night away.
We booked a little B&B in Henley (which is a couple of hours from home) and off we went arriving in Henley at lunch time.
We had a wander around the shops and found Tudor Antiques - the most tiny, jam-packed but well organised little antique shop we've ever had the pleasure of looking around:
All the jugs were placed together in gleaming rows, all the plates on shelves, enamalware balanced in stacks, copper pans on one shelf and jelly moulds another. An entire floor to ceiling bookcase was crammed with vintage tins which had contained all manner of objects, waiting for someone to take them home and fill once more with treasure. There was even a shelf just for gravy boats.
After breakfast we decided to head to Eton and Windsor for a mooch.
Eton and Windsor are the kind of places that couldn't be more English if they tried - the kind of place that would strike a little bit of patriotic pride into the heart of even the most hardened cynic:
We parked in Eton and had a wander in a couple of antique and charity shops - I bought a folding wooden yard stick and a pretty plate and then we wandered over the bridge to Windsor stopping for another selfie along the way:
As we walked along the banks of the Thames we saw the boats and thus decided to partake of a boat trip:
We bought our tickets before hopping on for the 40 minute tour along the sunny water.
There were some a-may-zing houses along the way:
And on the way back we got a view of Windsor Castle in all it's glory:
When we got back in dry land I was eager to feed the multitude of swans, so purchased two bags of swan food and hoped they were hungry.
All too soon it was time to head back home to Hampshire - back to the messy house and animals and two stroppy teenagers - but the trip had it's desired effect and we headed back happy and fully loved up!!