The Mister overheard us draw "mini golf at Hyde Park" this morning, suggested this fantastic substitution, and helped perfect a few small swings. We took an express lift to the roof where we were greeted by lovely decor. Not sure where, but I intend to copy this strawberry and golf ball wall.
Outside, the course was darling! London landmarks were made of faux cake and fondant and jellied St Paul's were on tilted cake plates. Our city is full of whimsy.
Baby Sister adopted golf's unpredictable garb. She wears it well.
Back in the clubhouse, the teacup and saucer wall was equally adorable.
A championship day in Londontown.