This summer in the UK has not given us many chances to sit out and celebrate in the sun so there has only been the odd day like this.
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| A Half Empty Glass |
Or is it half full?
One of my favourite books begins with the line, "It was a cold grey day in November." - the day that Daphne du Maurier's heroine, Mary Yellan, arrived here.
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| Cornwall's Jamaica Inn |
For one reason or another it's several years since I had an alcoholic drink but not so long ago as when this source of water was in everyday use.
Stocks Hill monument, Ketton
The monument at Ketton, the village where I grew up, was erected including the cold water tap to commemorate the Diamond Jubilee of Queen Victoria in 1897. Forty years later I was born in a house a stone's throw from Stocks Hills. The only water available twenty years after that was still from a cold water tap on the outside of the house.
Many years later with two children as well the opportunity came to drink up something stronger abroad.
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| Who's been in the sun |
You should be able to date this pair in the process of drinking up from the size of those shoulder pads.
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| Eat your heart out, Sue Ellen |
Just occasionally I managed to get in on the act too, when home from Norway for Christmas.
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| Brandy, Sir? |
They say you can take a horse to water but you can't make it drink - not true in this case at least.
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| Police horses - Rochester, Michigan |
There really is only one way to finish this post.
So grab your glass and go over to Thematic-photographic-217-drink-up
