Shortly after posting my last update I suddenly realised I hadn't wished that rare breed of people (those who read these musings) a great holiday season. So, Merry Christmas and all the best for the New Year; I hope you get to spend it with loved family or friends or both.
My first Christmas cards turned up yesterday (now that I have others, I'm not counting the one from the Plant Manager here). Along with a very sweet one from my grandfather in Sydney mentioning how much he misses my grandmother (she has had dementia for a few years now & is in residential care), Mum had slipped in a DVD of home movies from our 1987 trip around England & Scotland in with her card. Once I started watching it last night, I had to go all the way to the end, little realising that it was almost two hours long. It's precious viewing - with many occurrences that have since entered Pheasant family legend. The first half in particular is quite amusing as it has much of the family that I spent time with last year in England looking twenty-three years younger & thinner (& in some cases, alive). [Megan, there is even some short footage of your grandparents.]
Unfortunately, the episode of almost-rolling the rental car isn't quite on there, but you can see the narrow flooded, un-paved lanes we were traveling down. Only once do you hear me launch in to my catch-cry of "P for Parking!". Every time we are near a farm (we seemed to stay on quite a few while touring) there is a brief summary (usually from Dad) of stock levels, farm size, wintering arrangement & so on - that's to be expected really. There are many shots of Dad leading Adele & I (we were 2 & 4 years old at the time, strangely I was still blond at this time) off in to the distance while Mum gets the shots she wanted. I could go on, but while it may be compulsory Pheasant-family viewing it doesn't really fit in to the compulsory family viewing category that is so popular at this time of year.
Have a good one.
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