Wet, wet, wet

A horrible night of wind and rain and my Olivia rose blew over.  The hill and Fife had disappeared again and it was cold.  Flaming June?

Down to the Manor for a review with an ill prepared SW.  He wanted to talk more about financial matter he had no knowledge of or background on and I'm afraid he ended up with 'scary Ann'.  

Home briefly then off to the Castle.  The stands are coming on well.  On a day when D Day was being commemorated in Portsmouth I spent the afternoon tracking down MID notices for Royal Scots in WW2.  Many were killed in the advance across Norther France and the Low Countries following D Day but there was also one killed just before the Dunkirk evacuation.  The online war diaries tell a bare story of what happened.

Home, in the rain, and #3 son came up.  He was very helpful taking a box out of the car and changing the blind and then we had the talk about 'what next'.

He left in tome for me to watch the 2nd half of 'Springwatch' and the whole of '63 Up'.  Although it was never a representative sample, not even in the UK of 1963, it is still a fascinating record of how lives have changed over the last 56 years.  Part 3 tomorrow.