Sunday.

Today Ann, her three brothers, and as many of their offspring as could make it, Got together for their annual lunch party. This was started when Ann's mother was still with us, and she (Grteat Gran) used to say that she hoped all her descendants would continue to do so after she was unable to join them. So far they have done so.

 The top picture shows an old, dead apple tree, with a rose tree growing up it that we passed on our way to the riverside pub at which we met.

The above picture (taken by granddaughter Beth) shows Ann and meself, with as many of our youngsters as could get there (Ruth and her two couldn't - they live in the North of Sweden), and Kerry and her two were unable to be with us (health reasons).

After the meal, whilst we were sitting at  the riverside outside the pub, granddaughter Lucy took the above snapshot and said "look Pa, our shoes are just the same". I pointed out that if she wears the same shoes for about fifteen years, has them soled and heeled twice in that time, and polishes them most days, then our shoes might look JUST the same. "I meant," says Lucy "that our shoes are just the same style".  I saw what she meant and said  that this  is probably because we both have such good taste. For once in a way, Lucy decided, without further discussion, to agree with me.  I do love Lucy. She is a sensible young party, with a sincere, and sometimes passionate, belief in her own point of view. She is perfectly willing to discuss this at length, provided you eventually agree with her.