Flora Day - its all down hill from here!

So, after the splendour of the Midday dance and the cultured ambience of the gardens at Lismore House everyone piled back to my Mum's and Dad for the now infamous Flora Day party.  Blessed as we were by blazing sun shine their decking is the nearest place to heaven with good company and a lake of wine on tap.
 











Not everyone one there was old and drinking, some were more intent on feeding the tortoise!
 

 
Love his little grubby face, proper "little boy" pic!

Apparently passing the hats round is a big tradition.



 



 

The day ended with us all heading back down into Helston for the Five O'Clock dance, by which time everyone was three sheets to the wind and it began to rain.








I really hope its not another 25 years before I am home again for Flora Day, but if it is this one will have stood me in good stead!