On Saturday, The Boy, Fr Rattue, Dr Bones and I ambled (via a very nice pub lunch) down to Devizes Wharf, so that Dr Bones could meet up with Maffi.
It was a lovely, sunny day and while we waited for Maffi to hove into view, we had an ice-cream.
What a shame we chose to sit next to the pump out station!
I was distracted by these beautiful reflections.
Here they are in situ.
We had a wander and found this nice gate…
…and these allotments.
But wait? Who’s this?
It’s Maffi! See that black bag? It’s got a dead heron in it…don’t ask…
He needs a haircut don’t you think?
Thank you for the tea Maffi. Goodbye to you and the doll. Is she waving goodbye or is that a fascist salute?