Back home

It's always hard to pick up the blog again after a week off, and especially hard after a week away with my siblings. I want to show you a photo of us all together and some of them wouldn't like me to, and I'd like to tell you about some of the things that were said, and they wouldn't like that either. Each time we go away together I end up posting series of photographs and this time it will be the same.

The only thing I will tell you is that I fancy the pants off the journalist Robert Peston, and Jen thinks he looks grubby:

(It was her Sunday Times.)

So on to the other pictures - all with permission.

This is a view from the converted chapel we stayed in at the top of the village green in Bainbridge:

My brother Pete painting the view:

His unfinished sketch (gosh, I hope that's the right term for it):

He has a set of books like this he has taken away with him on holidays and filled with beautiful miniature paintings. They are fabulous.

Here is my sister Kath on the day we went to Langstrothdale:

And here are some other views from the week taken from our walks. 
First - the Roman road above Bainbridge, which I think is called Cam High Road. (I'm in bed and don't want to get up to check the map):

Another view from further down the road:

Bainbridge Quaker Meeting House at the other end of the village green. The memorial services of our mother and father were held there.

The river Bain, which I believe is the shortest river in England.

OK, now I've broken myself in, I may be able to do a proper post next time that isn't just pictures.