I came home from work yesterday to find half a dozen Police searching hedgerows near Huncote, and another half dozen at the top of our Lane. Apparently a chap had gone missing in the morning between home in Croft and work at the Quarry. We ate dinner to the accompaniment of an overhead police helicopter.
I took the dogs up Croft Hill, on the way to the pub (Tuesday is “dog walking” – friends meet here and we walk down to the pub, just to exercise the dogs, naturally) and had to put them back on the lead so that they didn’t decide to say hello to a Police Dog that was searching the area. All a bit strange really – I thought that when an adult goes missing the Police don’t worry for at least a couple of days, not hours. Maybe the full story will come to light in due course.
Lucy and the girls came for tea today, on their way home after a day with Keith at Twin Lakes theme park near Melton (or “Twindley Lakes” as Megan called it). As always it was great to see them – in a couple of hours we managed to fit in dinner, a DVD, a game of UNO, showing Granny Chas fossils, and a story!
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
