99, 100 - 101 Coming Shortly.

I took The Old Lady back home this morning, just a fleeting visit, we made lists of treasures that she wishes to keep with her and stuck labels in discrete places as a back up. It was remarkably painless, the contentious items being restricted to books that she can't see well enough to read and video tapes which create a similar problem. I can understand her wanting to keep some of them: her father's gardening books to which she often referred, the video of Rosslyn Chapel where Mrs TD gave her a personal guided tour, and that sort of thing. But most of the books and tapes have no value, either intrinsic or sentimental; they have been cluttering up the house since she moved in over thirty years ago and, probably, her previous house before that. A few assorted books arrived at The Lodge (her new home) with her, the intention being for her to sort them out; they went straight into a book case for attention later on and there they will stay. With luck, and in due course, we hope that she'll forget about many of the things she's leaving and be content with the mementos that she values and has with her. We must not rush her, we will allow her to slowly make up her own mind, she generally comes to our way of thinking - eventually.

Having had a little lunch, we went up to the Sea Walls, a popular attraction on top of the cliffs of the Avon Gorge; it has a safety fence and a wonderful view of both the Clifton Suspension Bridge and the river, from Bristle Docks to its mouth on the River Severn. We sat in the car listening to Classic FM and watching a chap trying to get a large and expensive kite up into the air. After eating our 99s, a tradition here, and having had a little nap, we returned to The Lodge leaving the poor chap still struggling with his kite.