This morning Aaron continued painting the landing doors.
Way back in the dark ages, before Lightroom and such, some of us still used film photography. Processing was offered in far more outlets than can be found today. Our films were delivered to the chemist for collection the following week. Prints came in small wallets complete with a section for the negatives. Two of these that I found in my rediscovered negatives box also contained dated contact prints for ease of recognition.
Today, I scanned a few that tell a story from December 2003.
Jack Russell terriers are known for burrowing down rabbit holes, not climbing trees after squirrels.
Matthew’s Oddie was, on this occasion, the exception. By the time he began to scale the acacia in Lindum House garden, his prey was long gone;
but he carried on regardless.
Matthew and Paddy, our collie/labrador cross in the shrubbery, looked on with some consternation.
Even my trigger-finger was shaky. At this point Mat rushed indoors.
His dog, looking a bit doubtful himself, continued to scrabble silently up the bark
until the inevitable happened.
outstretched blanket that
Matthew had retrieved in the nick of time.
This afternoon I watched the Six Nations rugby internationals between Ireland and France, and between Wales and Scotland.
For our dinner this evening Jackie produced liver, bacon, onions and mushrooms in a easy gravy; crisp Brussels sprouts; and mashed potato and swede.
It tasted as good as it looks.
Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Saint-Emilion.