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).

Tuesday.

These two characters are (or when completed will  become)  clock jacks. That is  misleading. There is only one of  him, and I hope he willl  become a clock jack.   I'm putting  them up mainly for the information of daughter  Ruth, who  was in at the  beginning so knows about him. As you can see Roo, he is  progressing nicely.  especially the tricorn hat. Lots to be done still, but he is, I think, off to a good start.

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Snapshot taken of old houses in Stone Street on Tuesday morning.

Thursday.

Snapshot taken from our bedroom window at about 3 a.m. onTuesday morning (in the  midddle of a very dramatic  thunder storm; plus summer lightning/sheet lightning)  It kept us all awake (on and off) until a final flurry at about five in the morning.

Wednesday.

The above is a photo taken in Stoke by Nayland yesterday on (or rather just off) our drive to Sudbury.   It's a handsome village with a lovely church. Got a bit lost in the lanes, but  eventually drove home via Scotland (see previous entry).

Tuesday.

Had a drive round this morning. Took above photo  on  the way home (next village to  us) very good pub in photo. Landlord  a most obliging bloke, but not going into  details because you'd all flock there, and I wouldn't be able to  get in.

This  is known in  the area as Scotland (Can see how it got the name, although it's a bit more civilised than that, really).

Monday.

Snapshot taken a  few minutes ago in the rose  garden; of S.R.G.D. (Senior resident grand daughter) teaching the roses how to put the best face on things.

Saturday.

Above Photo is of Ann sorting through some old tatting. Senior Resident Granddaughter thinks she may be able to get enough out of it to make a lace blouse. Knowing her skills she will probably be able to.

Yesterday an old school friend of Ruth's motored up from her father's home on the Suffolk coast, where she has been staying. It was lovely to see her again. She lives  and works in Yorkshire these days,  It was good to see her again, and reassuring to hear her cries of "none of you have changed a bit."

This said a great deal about her good manners (but, I'm afraid, very little about her common honesty).  Still - we all enjoyed her visit immensely, and she'd changed very little from the schoolgirl of thirty years (or so ago, who we all remembered.

Being called for lunch now - More later (perhaps).

Monday.

Senior resident grand daughter did the above pencil sketch of meself a few days ago. I intended taking it down to 'the Frame Store', and having it framed, but S.R. G.D. dissuaded me, and found the above oak frame, then framed and presented  me with the picture. We love it!  The grandchildren are generally very gifted. 

Sunday.

Senior resident grand daughter spent part of today making the above photographed hat she is wearing in the photos - it is reversible, so, in effect she made two hats today. Clever dressmaker, isn't she?   The hats (?) look very cool and summery.  She didn't work to a pattern either, just worked from a paper drawing she made first. 

Thursday.

The other day young Tim (Ann's youngest brother) motored over from near King's Lynn and spent the day with us. He is shown at the left of the above photo.  He is a silversmith. It was good to see him.

Tuesday.

A plethora of  thrushes.   I seem to remember a 'tongue twister' about "thirty three feathers on  a  feathered thrushes throat". Does anyone else remember it?

Monday.

Hello Crowbard. The young lady at the  right of the picture is Elsa. Will probably add to  this  tomorrow.