Before being collected by Andy and Danni to return to The Firs, Jackie and I finished four more cards that we didn’t have the blanks for yesterday. These demonstrate very clearly the capabilities of the little Canon S100 camera. I have extracted a very small section of a photograph taken in July to produce a particularly pleasing music themed card. The cream paper on which it is mounted (not shown here) picks up the colour of the stone walls behind the bagpiper and blends beautifully with the pillars and the Scots outfit. The clarity of the smaller picture is such that it could be printed on A3+ sized paper.
Shortly before our car arrived, I received a very welcome call from Sam in Ostia. We had a long chat which lasted well into the journey to The Firs. I was so distracted by talking to my son that I forgot my camera, and Andy had to turn round and go back for it.
At lunchtime I had a wander round the garden and admired the gladioli planted a year ago; the bluebottles enjoying the compost now filling the bins I built at that time; and begonias in the pots Jackie filled a short time ago.
There were few visitors today, but Maisie, our youngest viewer, was delighted to sign the visitors’ book. A frequent visitor to The Firs, it is fascinating to see the development of Laura’s little girl. Maybe on this occasion she was intending to make her contribution to the work on display.
Once the doors were closed to the public, Danni and Andy went off for fish and chips from the magnificent Thornhill supplier and brought them back for us all. On 14th September last year I described our first encounter with The Frying Fish, whose small portions are considerably larger than most outlets’ large. (click here to see post). They are crisp and tasty as well. Newark’s fish and chips were excellent, and there is strong competition from the more upmarket Seashell in Lisson Grove off Marylebone Road. Thornhill’s finest beats them all. It is fascinating how this insalubrious suburb of Southampton has, next door to each other, a superb Indian reastaurant and an incomparable take away fish and chip shop.
Before we left for home Adam, Thea, and a friend of theirs called Rebecca dropped in briefly on their way home to North London from a short break in Cornwall. We offered to share our family sized portion of chips with them, and although we were already five, I’m pretty sure that had they not already eaten, there would still have been enough for us all.