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We began this dull, overcast, day with two trips to the dump with three bags of clippings. Returning with only a towel rack, this was almost a first. (A first would be coming away empty-handed).
After a little clearing up in the garden, by request, I printed a photograph of Jackie’s great-nephew, Billy, that I had made on 18th February, for his maternal grandparents.
This afternoon I continued scanning the mini marathon negatives I had begun yesterday.
I think this child wanted to get back into her pushchair. She was happier later, in her chariot.
The toddler who began the race in his Dad’s arms, then progressed to the shoulders, has now found his feet, and is bearing down on No. 2.
Another pushchair rider brings up the rear of this particular group.
No. 24 is perfectly composed,
while No. 22 took uncomfortable advantage of a lift.
No. 19 seems to be disrobing, perhaps having adequately warmed up.
Hang on, Sam. You haven’t finished yet.
At least one Dad is flagging;
perhaps the cuddly toy is the camel’s straw. Encouraged by his brother and sister, Sam has realised he has another lap to do,
as have a number of others.
The flagging Dad has got a second wind;
and Granny, determined to stay ahead, has got her first.
Nos. 1 and 2, held onto their respective positions, earning them first refreshment scoff.
This evening we dined on cheese-centred fish cakes, savoury rice, new potatoes, carrots, cauliflower, green beans, and baked beans, followed by orange trifle. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I trank Prestige de Calvet Bordeaux 2014.