This morning Dale from Crestwood visited and measured up for the new flooring in the sitting room. This friendly, personable, gentleman received knee replacements shortly before me and is back to carpet fitting, which is encouraging. When we discussed dates and I mentioned that we were very flexible, a snort-guffaw ensued from Ian.
Mr and Mrs Steele returned home to Emsworth after lunch when I continued grappling with
retouching this further image from the 1926 Conwy holiday of my mother, her parents, and siblings. Here Uncle Roy determinedly clings to a toy train; Uncle Ben clutches a boat; and I am not sure what Mum is holding. Grandma photobombs from behind her daughter. Elasticated socks don’t seem to have been invented then.
This badly scratched and spotted single image represents two hours work. I didn’t fancy tackling another today.
Jackie had spent much of this hot and humid day watering plants in containers. Later I took over on the final stint.
Early this evening we took a drive into the forest, buying fish and chips from Mr Pink’s on the way home. We ate these with pickled onions and, in my case Calvet Cru du Beaujolais 2016 to drink, before I uploaded the photographs and finished the post.
Ponies largely grazed in the shade alongside Pilley Street.
Ponies at East End surrounded vehicles outside a row of houses.
Further along the road quite big calves tried to latch on to their mother’s udders whilst on the move. The cattle seemed oblivious to the flies crawling over their faces.
Vociferous crows ran about seeking pickings.
How on earth this pony guarding over her foal can tolerate her dreadful flies is beyond me.
On the road from Beaulieu to Brockenhurst a bunch of cattle blocked the road. As Jackie steered us round the black calf in the centre, the creature paused for a scratch.
Rounding a couple of bends we stopped and waited for the arrival of this moving herd.
Soon they came into view, rounded the bend, and continued down the hill.