During the 1970s, Jessica’s former in-laws part owned Robin Ghyll, a farmhouse in Ambleside within sight of
the Langdale Pikes in the Lake District, where we enjoyed a number of holidays with Sue and her children.
Jessica, Becky, and Piper enjoyed splashing about in the tarns. Rock pools provided fun for both Becky, Matthew, and the other children. The above images are all from August 1975.
Four years later, while on another holiday there with friends and my nephew James, I received the date of Jackie and my divorce hearing in London. This meant a return train journey which felt like the longest of my life. Jessica volunteered to accompany me, but this was an ordeal that I wished to undergo alone. I would not contest custody, so the hearing was short and definitely neither sweet nor savoury.
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Today, as it rained incessantly, was one for delving into the photographic archives. I returned to the colour negatives of the August 1992 holiday at Towcett, where
Black and white Friesian cattle picked their way across their field.
On a trip to Borrowdale, first Sam,
Then Louisa jumped into an icy tarn.
Louisa’s brother helped her out of her damp T-shirt.
James timed Louisa’s run on a track, then took a turn himself.
At Wattendlath, the mermaid’s expression demonstrates that the water was just as cold.
After the swim a cheeky chaffinch chirped its way to the crumbs from our refreshments.
Elizabeth came to lunch and dinner today. The latter consisted of roast lamb; roast potatoes, some sweet; crunchy carrots and cauliflower; and runner beans; followed by rice pudding. Elizabeth and I finished the Malbec, and Jackie drank Hoegaarden.