I’ve been severely castigated, by the War Office, for calling Poppy, Poppy May, when speaking about her, but never calling Ruby, Ruby Alice. I suppose I’m odd, as I consider Ruby, to be a strong, stand alone, name, and I think Poppy, which I find a delightful name, gets an extra ring to it when May is added; and puts it on a par with Ruby.
And now, by special request, a few photographs of my granddaughters.
All of these photos were taken on my daughter’s, Emma, iPod, mobile phone thingy, which is not to be confused with that masterful Samsung Galaxy /Note 9 – dash who knows what, which does everything, bar the washing up and making SPAM sandwiches for their owners,
This iPod, it seems, only takes pictures in the portrait mode, which you will no doubt note.
To make it easier for you to view, I have rotated those that needed to be rotated, and there is no need for thanks for this hazardous exercise performed by me 😈
These were taken down the road leading to their property ( I think property rather than farm), at one of those help/serve yourself stalls which are a feature in the Australian country areas.
The girls are not too far from the beach, which will suit their daddy fine, he’s a great one for surfing, and doesn’t seem to worry about any Greg Normans that might be around.
The girls have really taken to the country life, and Ruby now goes to school a couple of days each week, which she’s enjoying at the moment; she will be going full time after the Christmas/summer school holidays. Whether she will still feel the same, we’ll have to wait and see; personally, I think she’s going to love it even more.
You’ll note in the bottom two pictures the ‘yellow wellies’; not for much longer I suspect she’s growing out of them 😥
To finish just a few to include the goats, and of course Butch, their dog, who I miss almost as much as my babies. If you look carefully at the top picture in this bit you’ll note that Butch’s near side rear leg is raised, I wonder why? 😈