Yesterday we drove motored over to Bury Saint Edmund's to meet up with our (very) long term friends Alan and Barbara. Barbara and Ann were next door neighbours from birth (yes, really) in the Norfolk fens. Their fathers farmed adjacent farms. Barbara and Alan married late in 1962, Ann and I married early in 1963 - Beggar!!!! this machine has switched itself over to writing in italics. Well, it will have to carry on doing so until it can switch itself back to normal service as I don't know how to. I rather suspect the machine does know how to, but it isn't going to tell me. Back to Barbara and Alan. When Alan retired about fifteen years ago, they bought a very nice mobile home. Barbara had kept the village shop until then, but they closed it, and turned it into part of their English home - the idea being that they would spend all winter in the mobile home exploring the warmer Southern Countries in Europe, then coming home to East Anglia for the summer period. They have been doing this ever since, and we've been meeting up with them every year since then usually just before they head south again for the winter (I've an idea I've told you all this before but bear with me). They take loads of photies every winter, which Barbara turns into a winter travelogue/journal - and very interesting they are too. We had our annual lunch in Bury Saint Edmund's and discussed Barbara and Alan's problem :- which is what to do with the immediate future? WE are all four approaching the four score years mark at much the same rate - and they both begin to feel that driving several thousand miles South and back every winter on the wrong side of the road could become a suspicion wearing at our age. I had something of the the same decision to make about a year ago about whether to retire from business or not, but my decision was solved by my Doctor very strongly advising me to retire (and as he was very firmly backed up by Ann on this one, the two of them made my mind up for me). In the end Barbara and Allan decided (pro tem) to make another journey South this coming winter, which means we'll meet up as usual next year (as my late grandmother used to say "If spared"), and have the same discussion again then. Or as we more modern youngsters put it "God Willing".
P.s. Now I must try and beat this machine into resuming normal service, as opposed to itallics.
Tuesday, 28 August 2018
Above photograph shows senior daughter Sarah, and her youngest offspring, Guy. They motored over here from the south Midlands this morning and have been helping me ever since. Guy, who is studying civil engineering, helped me restring the Norfolk Crossbow I showed on this blog about a month ago. Sarah has been helping me to try and make sense of this computer - with a good deal more success than I usually have.
Ann put on a delicious summer lunch of salmon (with a dill and cream sauce), peas, carrots , and new potatoes. Sarah, who is reading this over my right shoulder, is saying "And that isn't doing it justice, either. It was delicious!"
Above photo was taken by Sarah. It's been a lovely visit.
Monday, 27 August 2018
Sunday, 26 August 2018
Tuesday, 14 August 2018
Morning Glory (shown above) have been rather disappointing this year, considering what a lovely summer it's been. I've been watering them regularly (i.e. most evenings), but there's never been more than half a dozen, or so, flowers at any one time. Now it appears to have completely finished flowering. Been trying to grow them most years over the last fifty - with varying success. This lovely year has, I think, finally convinced me that the game's not worth the candle; but, if any one has any suggestions to help (serious ones, Rog and Crowbard) I'd be interested to hear them.
Sunday, 12 August 2018
A week or so ago I published pictures of the Lavenham Guildhall, which was built around the year 1520, and said that our guildhall here in Highdale was a couple of centuries earlier, or thereabouts, but not so well known as the Laveham one. Took the above and below photoes of it yesterday morning. It is double jettied as you can see, and I asked one of our local 'experts' about it a few years ago, and got the answer that we don't really know when it was built, but that most of it was standing on the same spot around the year 1370! It is still used as local government offices. In fact a great many Suffolk villages still have large old buildings known as 'the Guildhall' at the centre of the village. Mostly they are old 'wool towns'. They prospered until the mid 1300s. We had (in 1349 and 1350) two very bad years for the Black Death, after which the sheep were moved across to the Midlands, and our Suffolk villages went into decline. This 'potted history ' is a little over simplified, but is basicallly what happened here. It has left us with some lovely old half timbered buildings in the middle of gloriously picturesque villages. I'm a Norfolk man by birth, but I've been exploring Suffolk all my adult life, and it's never ceased to surprise and delight me.
Thursday, 9 August 2018
Been a busy day. Eye check at opticians this morning. Then on to lunch at the Red Rose pub at Lindsey, to celebrate friend Barbara's birthday. Eaten there several times this year, and a very pleasant Suffolk country pub it is, too. Reasonably quiet; serving country food, not too expensive (by today's standards, anyway), and the staff are always quietly welcoming. I had roast pork, with crackling, apple sauce, and bubble and squeak. Ann had mushroom risotto. We both had quite good puddings, too.
Had tea with neighbours, for whom I've recently repaired rather a nice, mid Victorian mantle clock (still going well, I'm glad to say - and keeping good time). As I've retired (as an horologist) I didn't charge them for doing the clock (about half an hours work, anyway) so she insisted on giving us tea.
Should have said when I mentioned Lindsey, that both Lindsey and Kersey, a nearby neighbouring village, are now small villages, very pretty, but in their day, both were famous enough wool producing towns to have a woollen cloth named after them :- Lindsey and Kersey.
Tuesday, 7 August 2018
Been struggling to put up pictures (without much success, as you'll have gathered), but finally managed to put up above photo of one of two hibiscus trees in the garden. Just been reading a comment from someone who calls himself 'How do we know', and is I think a house guest of Zoe's. He's got ideas about raising children, which I rather like - the ideas that is - haven't met the children, as yet, so I don't know whether I like them or not (although I usually do). Got five meself, plus eleven grandchildren, plus two great grand children, none of which has put me off liking children- rather the reverse, I think. The trick is - to listen to them, although they quite like being told stories.
Having read this, I find I'm waffling; and as there's a T.V. programme about to start, which we want to watch, Will close now, and wish you all a very good night.
P.s. Made a muck of that. The top picture is of greatgranddaughter Astrid, who is Amelia's daughter, Sarah's granddaughter , and our (as stated ) great granddaughter. A few days before they came to see us, Astrid had fallen onto a concrete path in her garden, and knocked a front tooth out. To make sure that we appreciated the full horror of the situation she had bought along a photograph of herself, taken shortly after the tragic incident occurred, and lost no time in showing us it. As she is three and a half now I fear that this will mean she is likely to be 'gappy' for the next three years or so. She is a sociable little soul and spent most of the day with Ann in the garden (where she carefully picked herbs to augment the lunch she helped Ann to make) found a new name for her great grandmother (Granny Annie) and then, perched on a stool that was just the right height for her , helped Grannie Annie in the kitchen. When she left I presented her with the stool so she could help her Mummy in the kitchen. She is really great fun, bless her.
Sunday, 5 August 2018
I hope I'm wrong about this, but I do feel that we have serious problems on computers (probably in our area). Can't seem to do anything with photographs. Going to try and send this commentary but without photos. Been trying on and off all evening to put messages out on the Armoury, without any success . Going to bed now, will try again ack Emma.
Good Night All.
Good Night All.