Anniversary

Sunshine, to start the day but the sky clouded over by lunchtime, but no rain. Clare came with me to the Eucharist at St Catherine's as this Feast of the Transfiguration. There were eleven of us for the service. It's our fifty-ninth wedding anniversary today. When I think about it, of our two families, only my sister June is still alive, who was there at the time, plus a few university friends. Sheila brought cake to share over coffee afterwards as it's her birthday this week. Ann gave me a jar of her marmalade to try, and Clare bought a jar of grape jelly that Hilary made from the fruit of the vine growing in the Robin Hood pub, over the wall from the churchyard. Clare went straight home while I visited Chapter to collect this week's veggie bag, and got home minutes before her. She's walking so much slowly these days.

Instead of going out to eat we had a light lunch instead. I went to the shops for a few things, then went to Thompson's Park. The recent heavy rain has led to the pond water level rising again, submerging the nest where one of the moorhens usually sits. The chicks have developed enough for their first feathers to show through their black fluffy down coat. Before going to Stefanos for supper we looked at our first photo album. Courtship and wedding pictures - student days in Bristol, first holiday together in Cornwall, then wedding and honeymoon, Kath's birth. They're mostly black and white with the odd one in fading colour, all neatly laid out by Clare. When we returned I watched the remaining episodes of 'Classified' until bed time. What a dark tragic story-line, full of betrayal, distrust, murder and conspiracy woven in the shadow world beneath the surface of political relations between nation states.