Maggie and Uncle

Younger Son, Nuora and GrandSon4 moved out today. I am happy for them - a young couple should have their own space and privacy - but I'm sad for me. I was going upstairs just before they left telling myself, 'Don't be silly. You don't have to get upset. It's not as if they're going back to Malaysia. They're only moving down the road!' It didn't work though.

Meanwhile, in my last post I mentioned that we found some interesting things in amongst Uncle's possessions. One of them was this invitation to 10 Downing Street to meet Margaret Thatcher. I assume he went even though he was a Labour supporter in much the same way as my great-grandfather, another socialist, used to frequent the local Conservative club because it had a good billiards table.

I knew he'd met Princess Diana on a number of occasions but he kept strangely quiet about a get-together with Maggie.

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It was a gorgeous day today so out came the legs! For the first time this year. And I even shaved them.

While our men carried on with the moving, Nuora, GrandSon4 and I enjoyed a walk in Clyne woods and park.

The old Clyne Castle once the home of the Vivian family and later student accommodation is now luxurious flats.

One of the Vivian family, an admiral I think, travelled the world and brought home many plants especially azaleas and rhododendrons. Some are already blossoming but it's May that sees 'Clyne in Bloom'.

And I've just discovered that one of the tallest Monterey Cypress trees and the tallest magnolia trees in Britain can be found in the gardens.