Bredonborough Rising to a grey
09.21
Bredonborough.
Rising to a grey, wet morning.
The Minx is in MinxForm and back to her naughty ways. WillyFred is a happy, older bun; and we are accepting that an inevitable, necessary part of the process of living is that life runs its course.
Into the Cellar for morning reading I…
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12.45 Shortly off to visit chums in Bidford.
20.13 Arriving Chez Derek and Carina c. 13.25. Another local couple arrived shortly afterwards and perhaps seven hours were spent in delightful, and occasionally uproarious, company.
The boat was pushed out, but not too far to prevent a return to shore.
A local socializing. That I continue to add the word local indicates the inner persistence of life on the road, over forty-two years.
Fab.
