Clinging to the Wreckage.

John Mortimer’s wonderful title was ringing in my ears all day yesterday as our trio’s horizons get ever closer. We arrived at our local railway station - where the line ends – and I took photographs of the flower bed. Originally Joy had been asked to ‘open it’ to coincide with the 80th anniversary of Townswomen’s Guild and Joy’s 80th birthday.

There is a café - new to me - so we sat in blistering sunshine, drank a good cappuccino and exchanged news. For the first time since Margaret left we melded as a threesome and didn’t feel there was such a gaping hole – although when I said did they have any message for Margaret when I phoned her later Joy said:

‘Tell her to come home – all is forgiven.’

We then drove to Dunster and wandered down the high street deciding where to have lunch. There were lots of tourists who seem to delight in bunching up on the narrow cobbled pavement causing one to stop in one’s tracks and cause a bottle neck or risk stepping into the relentless traffic. Do not attempt to visit Dunster without comfortable flatties – we were all suitably shod – and it’s still a challenge walking very far.

We had an enjoyable lunch at the aptly named Cobblestones café and by the time the last drop of cream had been lapped we were all in that lovely state of feeling better for a good chat and some unburdening. There was only one loo which we didn’t need to use but the empty table next to us gradually filled with both sexes waiting to use the facilities and enjoying good nature badinage. So much for the stereo typed English person.

We discovered an excellent book shop and the owner said he was interested in buying books old and new, hard and paper backs but condition was key. If there were sufficient he would collect. As we have books scattered over three floors I took his card but this morning having a cursory look I didn’t feel I was ready to part with any that he would be interested in.

We ended up in a large emporium near the car park and I bought a pretty coral cardigan which is light enough for these summer days with a breeze. We determined to visit Margaret by train before the summer is out. Both Jackie and Joy have birthdays in August so the trip will be a treat for one of them. It will be a long tiring day trip but neither Joy nor I are happy about leaving our spouses overnight. You never know what they’d get up to. I’m joking;)

Before we had lunch I nipped into the photographer’s in Friday Street and got him to print copies of the garden photos so that all three girls can have a copy. I’ve never been sure how to deal with the memory stick so let him do it. I took more photos later until my batteries ran out. They were new and I was beginning to think they would last for ever. Not so – I know Naomi - I should take spare but I always feel they should be charged first.

This morning I couldn’t get the photos to transfer to my computer no matter what I did. I went down to the kitchen to get some moral support from MTL – he is worse than I am on technical matters – and in the midst of telling him, broke off to remove some pesky pebble in my Ug slippers and there was the memory stick. Miraculously I managed to replace it and get it to work – hence the photos. Back to the computer and Firefox had bounced me off line. Is it just me?