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It was another dull day today. Aaron and Sean worked in the garden, finishing the log shelter, clearing rubbish, doing dump trips, and beginning to cut down the grizelinia hedge – now substantial trees.
I scanned another batch of colour negatives from the Instow holiday of 1985.
Here, surrounded by her various companions, Louisa enjoys an alfresco siesta among the daisies beneath a willow tree.
I have no idea where Jessica and Louisa were here. Does anyone recognise the sculptures? (Rusty Duck has obliged with a link in her comment below, for which I thank her)
We took the car to Mousehole in Cornwall for the day. Sam loved donkey riding. A peculiarity of this ancient fishing village is the main road through to the harbour. Sam’s donkey stands on it, and is perhaps a more convenient way of manning the steep, cobbled, ascent. The granite strips among the setts provide steps between the houses. It is not suitable for vehicles, other than the shallow wooden sleds used by provisioners to deliver their produce.
The harbour has a stout protective stone wall that can be ascended by substantial steep steps, such as those Jessica, Sam and Louisa are scaling. Jessica seems a little perturbed by our intrepid daughter’s purposeful strides.
Take a boy to a pebbled beach, and what does he do?
He chucks stones into the sea, having, it seems, first sat down.
This evening we dined on chicken Kiev and egg fried rice. I drank more of the excellent Lidl Spanish red wine.