Rendezvous with Maffi

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?