A Parting Of The Ways

Friday 5th June

I resurrected The Oakstump a couple of months ago to record our experience of lockdown. After a few weeks I started a public blog with the same details, but de-personalised for public consumption. I have essentially been copying and pasting the blog, duplicating it. It is time to return the Oakstump to its intended use, sharing family news for family across the UK and North America to dip into when they remember, especially now that life is opening up again. This will not necessary be a daily update.

The blog will continue for ramblings about my life as lockdown relaxes, and I will see how it evolves;

www.life-at-the-stump.blog or www.lifeatthestump.wordpress.com

Each links to the same site, but buying my own domain to link to the blog seemed a good idea the time! Subscribe to get an e-mail when I post!

We got a call from Claire earlier this evening. She had driven down to see Keith for the day, and they all went for a walk on Beacon Hill. Would we like a garden visit? Of course we would, and we opened the gate for easy access to the garden. Just Claire and girls were visiting – Si was working at home.

It was a tad windy and chilly as we sat in the garden, the sun periodically disappearing behind clouds. The Hands were suitably dressed but the rest of us had to pop indoors for extra layers. The girls were full of news, although Florence had some trouble getting a word in over everything that Bess just had to tell Grannie and Grandpa (and Uncle Steven). Bess has been practicing piano and cornet, and has decided that her next instrument to learn will be the drums! She has already decided her career – working with animals, being the boss, and earning enough for a big house, maybe a 3-day-a-week vet. Florence is the dancer of the duo, with Zoom ballet lessons, and also doing tap dancing, and is also talented at gymnastics, doing a head-over-heels handstand, which probably has a proper gymnastics name, launching and landing on a narrow line of brickwork on our drive.

It was good to see them for the first time in months, and he had to consciously stop ourselves giving them a hug when they left.