The Wellow river at Stoney Littleton. Why? because the weather here is so miserable, grey and constant rain, confining us to the house.
We went out for a fish and chip meal at the pub next door last night, the place was full with mostly a pigeon fancier's get together in the room next door. A farmer came over and introduced himself and his wife, this is what we find round here people are so friendly. Everyone knows Bob King, the farmer who built this house, there is a curiosity as to what sort of people we are.
The day before Jo had come over, she had been hunting out craft 'happenings' for me, and reminded us of the gardening meeting next week, which if you join for a fiver you get discounts at several of the garden centres round here. She also pressed us to come to the church service tomorrow for Remembrance service, which we might do. As I have already said arch-pagan LS is working his way up to church warden, only because he thinks the church should have more happenings. And he is not really a pagan!
Bored this morning I have been looking at photos of the grandchildren, seeing how they have grown so quickly. Tom is out working in the world, and even Ben at 14 has managed to find himself a waiter's job at a local restaurant in Todmorden.
|Matilda and Ben posing for the camera|
|Matilda standing bravely with the guard. When they changed guard, the captain shouting, little Lillie flew through the air into my arms with terror...|
|Tom and Lillie paddling|
|Growing up fast|
The fish and chips were as good as any you get in Whitby and I have a hankering to wander along the East pier and watch the waves beating against the rocks. Lucy the dog though, does not approve of going out in bad weather except for a very quick pee.