Anniversaries

This week is my blogs eighth birthday, fancy that, eight years ehh? A long time in the blogosphere I suppose?

This week also saw the hundredth anniversary of my fathers birth, now that really is a long time ago.

 

As a teenager I remember being amused by a waitress telling Dad he had ‘laughing eyes’, it wasn’t something I saw in him then, but I can see it here…

His mum died of TB when he was seven, he was raised (and indulged, so my Mum said!) By  maiden aunts, post the First World War, there were a lot of Maiden aunts.

 

He didn’t like school at all, reading and writing did not come easy for him; but as an adult he could read an engine like a book ( he’s on the back row, eighth from the left)

 

He was one of the first Scouts of a Group that still runs  in the village to this day, his hat was so big they he to pack it with newspaper to stop it falling in his eyes.

 

Turning heads as a young man, clock the girl on the far right, on a grand day out.

And off to war…

 

After service in Burma, in the Royal Engineers, home to love.

Dad died, eighteen years ago, when Joe was just a few weeks old.

Flashes of Light

How it has rained, and rained this week. The occasional burst of sunlight was very welcome.

I can report that the  neighbouring lambs are ‘growing up with the grass’, or in this case the nettles, as this nettle bed seems to be a favourite haunt.

This morning the sun brought out the bees, to the vetch ( in my head I could hear the theme to 633 Squadron as this bee swooped in)

And the winberry flowers 

Remember I was given a Trophy Cam for Christmas? Well its only taken us five months to actually set it up (blame the DIY) but look what we ‘shot’ on the second night.

Brock the badger, we’ve always thought he was around, from the scrape marks and poo pits in the field; but other than one sighting in the lane (which must have been many years ago now, because Mr Uphilldowndale and Joe were coming home from Beaver Scouts) we’ve never seen him (or her) in the flesh.