Samuel Turner Memorial...

... The inscription tells us that Samuel Turner died on Oct 4th 1876 aged 73.
He was Treasurer to the Devonshire Hospital and Buxton Bath Charity... A native of Buxton, an active and useful townsman, a good neighbour and a kind friend (amongst other things). Top man!
(He would have missed Vera Brittain by a few decades; she didn’t move to Buxton until 1904, when she was 11, but I digress).
It’s a fine memorial, I like the lamp on the top (very Dixon of Dock Green, how’s yer feet?).

Pretty much all of our snow has gone now, apart from a few old snowmen, hanging in there, shrunken and in grubby attire. (Much like myself).
It’s wet and grey today.
I don’t mind wet or grey.

I bought myself a new dress online yesterday. It was a bargain, but apart from that I can’t explain why I did. It’s a floaty number. I needed it about as much as a bollard needs a bobble hat. It’s the kind of garb a person like myself, ‘casual’, let’s say (kindly) would only ever wear to a wedding, but if you were to go to a wedding (and I’m unlikely to in the foreseeable) you’d probably want ‘a better one’ anyway... Or you’d never find a hat or shoes to look right with it... That old hat and shoes dilemma eh? When I pressed ‘buy’ I imagined myself swanning around the garden, cutting sweet peas and nerines and laying them delicately in the kind of basket that I don’t have (because they snag your cardi).
This Lockdown is inciting some very interesting behaviour.

I expect they’ll accept returns.