I love this tree. It looks especially good in winter, I think. You can just spot the west end of the chapel behind it. I took this picture on yet another walk. This is becoming a habit.
Here are some more favourite views on the walk by the river just a few hundred yards from home. Maud shot off to chase a rabbit – we can let her off the lead, but not Harry: he’s a male, of course, and so wanders off at will and comes back when it suits him. She knows her boundaries and understands that we get worried if she’s away for more than five minutes.
Good grief – we have an estimate! Correction: two. Out of nine builders contacted. And today I read that Richmondshire in North Yorks, which is our district council area, has had the highest increase in unemployment figures – 67% – in the past year. Well, I can only assume they’re not builders. Anyway, there wasn’t much in the two quotes we got so while we obviously chose the lower of the two we also chose the one we had most confidence in.
Three scaffolders so far and one more to go. Huge difference in estimates – the one who looked like a male model and drove a Jag was predictably the costliest. Meanwhile the nice stonemason – the one who shared my rather cynical view of the world and would have been good for a chat – came in at three times the price of the cheapest. So now I’ll just have to persuade Ian to talk to me instead.
So we now have a builder, a glazier, a stonemason and almost a scaffolder. Blimey – we’re nearly at the starting post.
TOWN MOUSE IN THE COUNTRY 