I have upset someone dear to me by ‘papping’ them. So here is the lovely Boots…
…he doesn’t read my blog.
On Friday The Boy and I are off to visit Christopher and André for a week or so. As Christopher loves all piggie kind, here is a one we saw in a park in the New Forest last year.
[PS I think The Boy took this picture – but I can’t remember.]
This weekend The Boy and I were down in leafy Surrey. After a delightful evening with The Weeping Cross (TWC?) we headed over to Wentworth.
The Boy had a couple of guest tickets to the PGA Golf Championships, and was keen to have a look at the course. My initial plan had been to inhabit TWC’s sofa with a good book or three, but Reader I accompanied him. Despite a waterlogged course, and horrid bitey insects I’m glad I did:
- I had a nice walk – the course was built in the 1920s and so there are lots of mature trees etc. It was a bit like Bedgebury Pinetum in places.
- The people watching – all types, all ages. I especially enjoyed a family of ladies all clad in the same pale, lime green and two Sikh chaps with their pinstriped trousers tucked into their black business socks.
- It was lovely seeing The Boy so happy, striding around fulminating about golf course design.
[PS – the Mark Twain quote I’m alluding to in this post title can only be really understood if you know i) he was a golfer ii) he’d just had a bad round when he made the quip!]
The Boy has shaved the beard off! I don’t think the poll was the deciding factor but thank you for voting!