Down South

I said goodbye to the garden this morning . . .

. . . and caught the bus to Carlisle and the train to London. Both were perfectly on time. A ride on the underground reunited me with Mrs Tootlepedal at our daughter’ house, and after admiring the ripening figs in the garden . . .

I ended up pushing my granddaughter Evie home from nursery past the magnificent Stockwell bus garage . . .

. . . and settled down for an evening meal with her, Mrs Tootlepedal, and our daughter Annie.

All in all, a very satisfactory day.

Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

8 thoughts on “Down South

  1. Have a wonderful time with family!

    Figs – we have a tree here that dies back some winters. Our climate in this area is borderline for figs. In the valley, they do much better. I may dig it up and keep it in the plant room. The only time it made figs that matured was when it was indoors.

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