This gallery contains 11 photos.
Just a few of the photos from Ava’s christening day on Sunday, a lovely family occasion at St Nicolas’ church in King’s Norton.
It’s just 100 years since a 19-year-old lad from Halifax, Yorkshire, died from the gas that had wounded him on 5th September 1918. Read a little more about my great-uncle Leonard in a previous post here.
Earlier this week our photographic group of four took a photo-trip to London, combining this with taking a look at the exhibition Strength for Life at St Martin-in-the-Fields as Pam, one of our number, had a winning portrait on show. … Continue reading
We attended a concert this afternoon in the charming setting of the Bournville Friends’ Meeting House. The model village of Bournville is on old stamping grounds for my husband, but I’d not actually been into the Meeting House before, so that was an added … Continue reading
Take a few minutes to enjoy listening to The Common Dean by Alan Garner – Forest Fables podcast Podcast here
Last year we came back up the coast of northern France with a few hours to spare before the dash for Eurotunnel and stopped off at the British military cemetery at Terlincthun. We have visited these on occasion and paid our … Continue reading
This gallery contains 11 photos.
Just a few of the photos from Ava’s christening day on Sunday, a lovely family occasion at St Nicolas’ church in King’s Norton.
Hard to credit the great-granddaughter is a year old! A very happy chocolatey birthday party was had, as you can see!
I always think there’s a bit of an irony in the volunteer work that I do for the local Wildlife Trust and the Biological Records Centre. I am surrounded by people with great expertise, sometimes in very specialised fields, sometimes … Continue reading
Well, those eyes are certainly twinkling! The GGD. (See Welcome for explanation of coy abbreviation….). Wouldn’t you kill for those eyelashes? Taken in a local pub. We take our GGP responsibilities seriously… Lunch outing rather than a beer tasting, honest! … Continue reading