The house is in a quiet residential park. In the morning we head out to the little local fruit and veg stand and fill the covered trolley with brussel sprouts, tomatoes, cucumber, potatoes, parsnips, oranges, apples, and duck’s eggs. Jane takes the mobility scooter and the rest of us walk through the woods. Beautiful weather. Temperature must be 13, and young children out with footballs on the green.
Lunch at the Douglas Bader pub. Steak and ale pie and pints. Pub named after Group Captain Sir Douglas Bader, RAF flying ace, despite being double amputee, who was briefly stationed here. Bader also became acting squadron leader to a Hawker Hurricane unit based at RAF Coltishall, mainly made up of Canadians who had suffered high losses in the Battle of France. Interesting as I remember reading his biography some 50+ years ago.
Bill’s son Tony and wife Mandy come over in the afternoon. Mandy, who works at a busy garden centre, bearing large bags full of bulbs, dozens of them, that she says the centre would throw out now because they would freeze - crocus, daffodils, and tulips. We’re all appalled at the waste and delighted with all the free bulbs.