This morning I printed a copy of this photograph for Aaron;
I then e-mailed this image, taken from “Sherwood Forest Snowballs”, to Michael’s children;
and scanned and sent this print of Michael and Louisa taken at Oxton in May 1999 to my daughter.
This afternoon we took a short drive in the forest, ending up at Burnt House Lane, Pilley where we helped Elizabeth and Mum sort some of our mother’s belongings.
Cattle foraging on the verges wandered onto the road at Sowley;
Further on, a miniature pony joined the big girls on the road in front of us.
Dog roses are now prolific on the hedgerows.
Valerian clings to the walls of St Leonards Barn.
Nearby a phalanx of cyclists sped down and up a steeply concave hill confronting us in such a manner that Jackie was forced to stop and let them pass.
Pilley Street was occupied by a swarm of donkeys, some of whom, not realising it was Sunday, waited listlessly for a bus; another pair engaged in mutual grooming.
There was enough left over from last night’s takeaway Indian meal for us to dine on that before setting off to Evereton Nurseries where I was to
collect my prize for the Festival photographic competition from Louis. Unfortunately my three digital images had not been considered, because the organisers had been locked out of the e-mail account and did not know who had entered. They asked those they thought might have entered to resubmit. They didn’t know about me. The winner was one of those digital entries. It was not on display. Never mind, I received a round of applause and an engraved glass.
Elizabeth came for the presentation and returned home with us to drink more of the Galodoro. Naturally I Christened my prize.