This involved removing all contents in order to lay a clutch of doormats bought from the Efford Recycling Centre a couple of years ago;
then replacing them in good order.
The hardy pink rose that has weathered the recent storms has now reached her full maturity.
Elizabeth had driven off to Pilley this morning for the next stage of unpacking in her new house. After lunch Jackie and I delivered more of her equipment. Friends Paul and Cathy were also in attendance.
On reaching the village green at neighbouring Portmore we noticed a group of residents decorating the tree.
Naturally I ambled over and investigated. Very friendly community members were continuing a tradition begun about six years ago. The idea was the creation of a focal point for meeting and getting to know each other over mulled wine which was to follow.
The young woman under this splendid hat was my informant.
The fact that four of the people present, including this gentleman and his companion perched on the ladder entering into the spirit of things, were recent incomers who hadn’t met their neighbours rather made the point.
The usual donkeys wandered along the gloom of Norleywood Road,
pausing to try their luck with attentive visitors.
Others preferred the certainty of prickly gorse.
Jacqueline being with Mum, Elizabeth joined us again this evening. Pannage Pork, we are told, especially the crackling, tastes particularly good, so, trying not to imagine I might have photographed our particular meal snuffling among the acorns, we bought some, and Jackie cooked it this evening. It was, indeed, particularly good; served as it was with potatoes au gratin; roast butternut squash; Yorkshire pudding; crisp carrots; tender runner beans; and tasty gravy. My wife drank Hoegaarden while my sister and I both drank Western Cape Malbec 2018.