Today I scanned a set of colour prints from April 2000.
It was the time of daffodils, tulips, and fritillaries in
Lindum House garden when Michael, Heidi, and their family drove up to Newark for one of their regular holidays.
In preparation for her visit, our friend, Errol’s Uncle Frank, had turned a beer crate into a baby’s swing for Alice.
I must have taken this family group on a day out somewhere because I don’t recognise the fence behind Michael, Heidi, Alice, Oliver, and Emily.
My older two grandchildren well knew the run of the garden by now.
In her comment on my Facebook page, Heidi has explained the running about, thus: ‘Yes Derrick I have copies of all those photos! It was Easter 2000, we had the roast on Easter Monday ! The swing was such a success and the eggs were hidden behind the logs. Probably Lindt Bunnies!!’. Her younger memory is better than mine.
Heidi, Louisa, and Jessica seem to be receiving the benefit of their knowledge.
Oliver and Emily seem less than enamoured of
their father’s roast.
Alice probably enjoyed something else.
This evening Jackie and I dined on her succulent sausages in red wine; boiled potatoes; crunchy carrots and cauliflower; and tender runner beans, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Shiraz.