exploring & escapades

There’s a lavender field not far from Cambridge, the kind of place you imagine exists in some wild part of southern France on a giant farm somewhere. This was in a small village called Hitchin, a little less than an hour drive.

We went early on a cloudy day at the end of the season, just in time for the last days of picking. Frolicking in the fields, playing with our cameras, and stuffing our brown paper bags full of those sweet smelling stems. And later, lavender tea, cakes, and good conversation. It was even more pretty in person.