Three Mills

To lunch with friends in a pretty Essex village. Our hostess who we met before all adjourning to the pub lost her husband a little while ago and we all miss him. He was a Renaissance man, being accomplished at loads of things  including music making.  Hence the mandoline hanging on the wall in the kitchen. He could play really well.

And in the sitting room is one of his paintings. Three Mills in Stratford (extra). It's a picturesque corner of the east end that I often cycle past.