We're in Blaxhall; "SUFFOLK", Lyn is shouting over my right shoulder, cos I keep getting the county wrong.
The garden where we are staying has two Buddliea's and they are covered with butterflies. I feel there's a layout coming here and I can hear Martha Stewart yelling "use my butterfly punch", so I will. I can't get over how many butterflies there are in the garden. If I said there are 100 I would not be lying. They are stunning.
We are trying to find out all their names and are looking through next door's Butterfly books. We've found a Harry, a Tom and two Georges, a Miriam, a Fred and a Mabel.
Sprinkles of Love x
