CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. REPEAT IF REQUIRED. THE LAST PAIR ACCESS A GALLERY THAT CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE.
Today I scanned a few more colour negatives from the Summer of 1986.
The first is Sam in the garden of our home at Gracedale Road.
This is where this picture of him and Jessica was taken.
I cannot definitely locate the sites of the holiday photos.
These of Matthew guiding Sam up a mountain
and exploring the summit, was in North Wales.
The full meadow would have been in the same part of the country as the following phone-box sequence; possibly North Devon. Modern farming, and the increase in motorways have put such meadows in jeopardy. It was Dame Miriam Rothschild who led the move to revive them with her wildflower seed mix (http://www.ohllimited.co.uk/the-ashton-estate/wildflower-seed-mix/). The Head Gardener tells me that this woman was in the habit of flinging them out of the window of her Rolls Royce.
Now, what would the average person do when faced with a ‘Wet Paint’ sign on a bright shiny surface?
I’m sure you know, and would not be surprised to discover that Jessica was no exception.
Neither was she averse to introducing our daughter, Louisa, to risky ventures.
On this occasion she was pleased to demonstrate that she had no paint on her fingers.
Sadly these telephone boxes have, in the countryside, largely fallen into disuse, and, like their companion red pillar boxes, rarely bear a coat of fresh paint.
This evening, Becky, Ian, Jackie, and I enjoyed our usual excellent food and hospitality at Lymington’s Lal Quilla. I chose prawn dansak and shared special fried rice and egg paratha with Jackie, whose main meal was prawn dupiaza. The four of us shared onion bahjis. Becky drank red wine and the rest of us, Kingfisher.
PS. See TanGental’s comment below, with its link to the recycling of telephone boxes.