The sun is shining, the barbecue is cranked up, there's a bottle of badly labelled beer, and here I am in the area declared to be the rural authority to be the highest quality of life in England.
There's pork loin, sausage and bread from our very own bread maker, prepared with care by Ros. We even have Ruby, our visiting cat, who is curled up on a chair in the conservatory.
Does it get better than this?
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