Poplars

My second bad night in a row saw me drag myself out of bed around 9.30 a.m.  I’m always a little confused about which bedroom I’m in when I come to.  At least I’m still in the same house.

Going through old parish records online is hard going, particularly when some of the pages have crumbled, but I’m very grateful to those who have gone to all the trouble of photographing them.

A walk around the block in a stiff breeze helped to clear the headache.  Not sure whether it was the research or smell of paint.  Anyway it was good to get some fresh air.

An over-processed image of the poplar trees, which line the first playing field.