The Isle of Wight

The Isle of Wight - most of the usual suspects.

Fantastic to be here on the Isle of Wight. The last time I was here (and with roughly the same people!) was for the Bob Dylan Concert in 1969. Oh Boy! Half the time we didn't even know who was on the stage! Rumours would fly round as to who it was. I remember a tent burned down and they made an announcement to the guy, saying all his stuff was burning... "and I sure hope the wind is blowing this way!"

So now we are 64, and Jan and Dave (centre) have bought a cottage on the Isle of Wight - it wasn't too dear. I brought my paintbrush all the way from New Zealand - and I am watching David paint it! 

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David linseed oiling the newly hung kitchen door.

The rising tide  - Jan and Jean Waiting for lunch to be delivered.

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Butterflies on the edge of the woods. Common Blue, Gatekeeper and Speckled Wood

The house in the woods. Shingle hung and cosy with a balcony to sleep on and admire the red squirrels!

Le dejeuner a l'herbe.

Murphy's Law working well. The only time the red squirrel stayed still long enough to photograph, and his face is hidden.

Now you see me, now you don't