Younger son is now back home from University, bringing with him a car load of possessions (debris?). If you came to our house you would know which is his bedroom - you just follow the trail of boxes and clothes and bags from the front room downstairs, along the hall, up the stairs, onto the landing and into his bedroom.
Yesterday, we realised that a rare opportunity had risen - a chance for us to have a day together.
I took a day's annual leave. Next week two of the younger members of the family venture
off on work experience and inter railing.
So we decided to visit Sir Isaac Newton's birthplace at Woolsthorpe Manor.
It was in a beautiful setting and would have been idyllic years ago.
Here are just a few photos of the day.
Younger son trying out some of the hands-on experiments - this one comparing the
rate of fall of balls of different weights and then a ball and feather.
Woolsthorpe Manor. Love the warm stone.
The tree under which Isaac sat when the apple fell and he developed his theory of gravity.
But hey, let's check our phones!
(I'm not sure why these photos are so grainy)
We then drove to Stamford - a very pretty town.
We had a coffee and from my chair in the cafe I noticed a sign advertising
a wool shop Ewe, down a jitty.
Well, once my coffee was finished I was off! And sure enough, a purchase was
soon made. My resolve to not buy any more yarn collapsed several months ago - what I need is more time to actually knit the wool I have bought and then my stash would be smaller!
Followed by football in the park - I played too for awhile but it was very humid.
Views of Stamford
We finished the day with a meal at Pizza Express in Melton Mowbray.
As our children grow up and start on their independent lives,
these days when we are all together become rare and extra special.
They grow up so fast - savour those special moments together.