follow this formula

A good lie in. 

A lazy cuppa obtained from your favorite bearded coffee purveyor.

Now lace up your boots and ramble into the countryside.

Do stop for a slice of lemon meringue pie at the Austen-era teahouse overlooking the river.

And after tramping in the forest has worn you out, shed your jacket and use it as picnic blanket on the sunny side of the canal.

Your glorious Sunday fades out softly, the flora and fauna of this secret garden habitat bidding you good night.

What’s your fail-safe formula for a great weekend?