The children and I went to the Botanics today and, among other things, admired the wild flower meadow.
Even though there were no traffic lights or road signs in sight, Grandson seemed quite taken with it.
Granddaughter was wearing a matching headband. It didn't actually match her outfit but it certainly matched the flowers.
After a while, they decided to roll uphill towards the way out.
It turned out that this was more difficult than rolling downhill. It's all education.
Then we came home and Granddaughter immersed herself in books, as usual.
Last week, Mr Life's cousin's son and his wife (for whom the grandchildren were page boy and flower girl at their recent wedding) were coming home from a delayed honeymoon on the island of Skye. Rather surprisingly (to me) they decided to drive by the house where Mr Life's grandparents (and thus the young man's great-grandparents) used to live. They could see people inside so rang the doorbell to ask if it was all right to take a photo of the house. They were asked in and given a cup of tea. Amazingly, these were the people to whom Granny had sold the house in the late 1970s. Even more amazingly, on renovating the house, the new owners had removed the mantelpiece and found this photo, which had slipped down the back. And they'd kept it. And now produced it. You have to admire their filing system.
We had never seen a copy before. It's of Mr Life's granny and her four sisters. Granny is second from the right. She was not, it must be said, a great beauty. But she was a jolly soul, lived to 99 and enjoyed her life. I don't think that any of her descendants look like her.
Never throw anything away, in case the great-grandson of the owner should happen by forty years later... .