Monday 1.

This morning drove over to Bury St. Edmund's for Ann to have an eye test, and to book the car in for it's service. Had lunch at the Refectory (part of the Cathedral), as we usually do in Bury (and it was as good as it usually is). Drove home through a lovely sunny, perfect autumn afternoon, trying to retrace our steps from a similar drive home when Matthew was last with us, when we got lost in the lanes and found a fine medieval farm house that we'd not seen before, and seem fated not to see again, as we couldn't find it, this time (and have looked once before). I now rather regret not stopping to take a snapshot (it was fairly late in the evening). We are now starting to doubt our own memories of it. Perhaps it was an apparition that only appears once a century. Please ignore those last two sentences; we are practical rather than imaginative types. Anyway, we did stop to take the above photo in a tiny village about half a mile past the back of beyond.