Bredonborough Rising heroically at to
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Bredonborough.
Rising heroically at 08.00 to a sunny day I…
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10.37 Morning reading I…
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12.43 A noon-visit from Andrea Pins with wardrobe alterations and a window seat from World HQ, now covered in a Colefax & Fowler English-conventional.
Pals soon arriving.
18.38 Walking down the street I…
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… to The Old Fire Station Restaurant for lunch with PJ Crook and Richard Parker Crook.
Mr.& Mrs. Fripcox I…
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Tasty dessert…
Returning for coffee and tea by the back door, then down the garden I…
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Returning to the back door, we noticed that eleven fish are missing from the fish pool beneath the fountain. This follows yesterday’s removal of the industrial-level fish-protection grid and its replacement by more visually-friendly in-pond protectors. Clearly, these have failed, providing the heron with fish-buffet.
PJ and Richard left c. 17.45. A most enjoyable catching-up with friends, our social life beginning-again after T’s on-the-road life of the past seven months.
A Fripcox tete-a-tete tea and a spousal walk down the garden.
20.59 On the street shopping, we encountered WillyFred’s Secondary Care Providers, the proprietors of his lodgings, Wilf’s Auntie Di and Uncle Bob, out celebrating Bob’s birthday. They were invited in to visit WillyFred, with a little birthday-celebrating of the local and spontaneous variety. A wonderful Bredonbrough moment.
Then, as we were preparing to settle, T saw a large heron leaving the fish pool: sixteen fish have been eaten in 24 hours. Oh no!
To gentle.
