happy sunday! (is it still sunday in your corner of the world?)
we had the most delicious early morning driving a little way east (not far at all) at 07:45 hours to see Richard and Diego for an 0800 hours breakfast (freshly ground coffee, slim morsels of multigrain toast with a generous spread of marmalade from a garden business we shall be writing about soon when Richard sends us the interweb-link and strawberries).
and a photo session!
you see we’ve been seeing a picture in our mind’s eye of a golden dog and his owner:
partly inspired by Heather in Arles
and also by Bill Blass (we adore Bill Blass and wrote about him, it seems at some length, here)
we had a notebook many moons ago (possibly 10? *vaguelooktocamera*?)
now we love having a friend like Richard because he got it instantly we said “Bill Blass and his golden”.
slight raised eyebrow, half nod, smile – “oh yes……”
which is delicious.
so we popped over there today – had a light breakfast together (Diego was patient and waited, as per the rules) and then we drifted out to the back garden and took these.
aren’t they lovely?
thank you ever so much, you two.
just the sort of pictures Bill Blass would have framed (in something surprising yet vintage and possibly Venetian) we are sure.