Last weekend we went to Hastings to stay with friends who we haven't seen for four years. I don't know why that is but it was lovely to see them! They have two children and the youngest was only a baby when we last saw them so obviously wouldn't remember us. The oldest was four. I asked him if he remembered us. "No." Interesting that an eight year old's memory does not extend back to four. Same as me in that respect!
Their log pile is impressive. They get logs from the tree surgeons in the park over the road.'Grey Owl' who was an English man who moved to Canada, and became a fur trapper and wilderness guide. He then took on a native identity and claimed to be of Apache and Scottish descent. He married an Iroquois woman who gradually persuaded him to stop trapping because of the cruelty involved. One day he trapped a mother beaver and as he paddled away the cries of the babies followed him. He went back the next day and collected the babies, looking after them with his wife. So he changed from a trapper to a conservationist over the years. It is a fascinating story. (I have as usual gleaned all my points from wikipedia!)
Pink flowers, purple door and blue walls-so pretty!
Christmas is forecast in an alley.
The Red Arrows appeared just for us.
Windy beach. I love the tattered plastic flags.
I love their fire.
The best doorstop I have ever seen. It was dug up in the garden of their flat in London.
Lovely weekend! Must not leave it four years until the next time!