A Dropped Pin

As it were. Back from Holland yesterday but who knows how long it will take me to sort my photos out and catch up with my back-blips. So, a Still Life. We got back in time yesterday - partly by getting off the train in Carlton and chancing the parlous ascent of Westdale Lane - that we made it to the kennels before they closed so today we got to have a well-earned lie-in before a leisurely afternoon in the Broadway, catching up with some old friends over a couple of dandelion and burdocks. Jurgen, the first person I met in Nottingham in 1990, was over from Germany visiting and Dave, who lives in Beeston but braves the trip into the City almost as rarely, was in charge of his social arrangements…