Three generations

We went to see my Mum for a New Year’s Eve meal. Presents and crackers.

Later I walked up Binsey Lane to the church of St Mary of Antioch in deep melancholy after P and A had left for jollity in Manchester. The ring road roared across what little goes for wilderness in Oxford.

I drove back out to Wallingford to have tea and a New Year’s Eve drink with Mum.

Then back to Mums house with Al for steak pie and ABC murders.