Saturday.

Above photo is of my  favourite tree. It is about a mile  from here (as the crow flies). It is completely hollow, but appears otherwise healthy. There are three large holes for accessibility - so if all else fails we could go and live in it.

Above photy shows meself and senior daughter,  Sarah, at lunch last Tuesday.  It was lovely to see her.her.

Wednesaday.

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Above two young ladies sharing an arm chair are great granddaughter  Elsa     and granddaughter  Freja (who starts her long journey home later today) we shall miss her.  The two of them are cousins - well to be accurate they are first cousins once removed.

Must knock off now - we are motoring Freja to the airport.

Saturday.

The illustrated pair of  brass candlesticks (yesterday's 'mystery object')  were made and sold (probably in Birmingham) to celebrate King George III's golden jubilee year in 1809. I have had a good many single candlesticks of this type, But this  is one of the few pairs that I have seen. I think they are quite rare.

Thursday.

These  are   not really  mystery objects, but can you please tell me in what year they were made?  and where?

Wednesday.

Sunday.

 Above photo shows granddaughter  Freja and youngest daughter liz, together with the Sunday lunch they'd prepared  and left in the oven to cook whilst we went to Church.

It consists of :- stuffed roast chicken,  vegetables and cauliflower /flour cheese.  With a bottle of Cotes-du- Rhone, and a jug of water.

Lish!!!

Thursday.

Today we again motored over to  Polstead and had lunch at the  Cock Inn pub on the  village green. We'd been reading up on the  Red Barn murder of 1827, and found that the inquest on Maria Martin was held in the room where we were lunching.  When we'd finished lunch and returned to the car we were much impressed by the little wagonette and pair parked on the green outside the pub. We talked for a while with  the owners (and the horses) , found we'd a couple of aquaintances in common (one living, one not), and eventually over took them in the lanes, and waved enough not to frighten the horses as we passed them. Freja (who used to ride as a child) made great friends with the horses, whilst we'd been finding common aquaintances with the owners. A very pleasant encounter.

Wednesday.

Soppy JokeTime.

Freja :-   "Pa. What are those rather pretty pink flowered shrubs called?"

Pa :-       "They are called Hibiscus- until they fall to  the ground."

Freja :-  "What are they called when they fall to the ground?"

Pa :-         "Lowbiscus."

Freja :-    "Oh Pa!  That is  terrible!"   Then giggled over said terrible joke for five minutes.

P.S. Does anyone else find that when grandchildren come to stay they have to  revert to schoolboy sense of  humour????

Sunday.

Yesterday we motored over to Polstead and grand daughter  Freja took the above photo of Polstead Church and other ancient monuments, like say frinstance - ME.  Had a quite acceptable lunch afterwards in the pub on the village green.  Very pleasant outing. Had to tell Freja all about the Red Barn murder, of which she'd vaguely heard (surprising, considering she lives in Sweden, and the murder took place in (I think ) 1827).