We spent Boxing Day at Loch. The weather was warm and lovely. We sipped champagne. I tidied the caravan. The Smalls helped to decorate a sponge cake with strawberries and cream and then made pesto with a mortar and pestle. I was given some beautiful measuring Beehive spoons and some magnets…topped off by a bottle of Bombay Sapphire
My dad and Mgs have been redoing the floor in the shed. This meant that piles and piles of crud from the shared past of our family has been moved/rediscovered – I found two ice cream containers of polished rocks for Small Z to sort through (apparently Small Brother had a lapidary phase?! Who knew?!), a pile of letters from L to me written in 1991 when I lived in Geelong West for nine months, an old coin purse with twelve dollars in it, and various other odds and sods.
The old Heron was pulled out from under the roof where it has been for 15 years or so. Dad thought that rats would have eaten through everything inside it – but once we took off the canvas cover – it was untouched and perfect. We mused over which vehicles from his fleet that he should sell – I have a feeling he is going to part with a Humber, a Corolla, a red Datsun…and that’s just to start with!
We stayed for elevenses – tea and croissants – and then took our leave somewhat reluctantly – and I had to wrestle Small DB into her seat as she resisted with all her (not insignificant) strength. The rest of this day deserves its own post…
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