Run your fingers.

The chapel was a revelation, particularly the painted skeletons on the walls, I guess the reformation did for a lot of the original medievil docoration in churches, and it was startling to see was the taste was in ecclesiatical themes back then.

Don't be afraid of what's inside.

Mother had a yearning to see Haddon Hall again. It must be thirty years since the last visit, but the memory of those combs and shoes was so frsh, and first born is heavily into Tudors at the moment that it seemed a nice idea to go and see again.

The day was damp and grey but cheered up nicley, and we all had a great time. Though there is that usual thing about how the peasants got exploited, and became the servants so a few priviledged people could loll around in the splendour but we managed to overcome that and engage with the beauty of the things that people had made all those years ago.

That it is my conviction

Hididilee. Here we are again, getting out into the woods, and living la vie en rose.

Younger sibling has given up ballet, and fit kids to persue her interests in martial arts. Watch out world, tall well nourished is going to have hands which are lethal weapons.

First born in buckling under the celebrating of 100 years of Guiding, they were down the shopping precinct, came back painted and exhausted.

Pater is back to uni. Second year is now under way, and the light at the end of this tunnel is going on placement to a 'new' job in a couple of weeks.

The house has sprouted papers again....Ignorance as a factor in well being...sounds well overdue as a topic of discussion.

In his down hours pater is to be found welding in the garage, or practising bass.

Mother is similarly buckling under the burden of paid employment. Being offered prophalaxis for headaches seems somewhat ironic, need a new manager really.

Up sides of life are the installation of the wood burner in the shed, and joy of sock knitting.