
Another random image from a sunny March day in 2003.
(There's not much news from Timperley today...)
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Here we are again. A great day out at Shelsley Walsh, despite a bit of rain.
Thanks to Sue's mum Diana for a sumptuous picnic lunch, enjoyed by Sue, Richard and me, and watched over by Richard's friend Gerald.
The pictures are self explanatory.
Back at home, a (not)parkrun marked the start of our weekend, and re-introduced us to rain, not a drop of which had been encountered during our week t'other side of Hadrian's Wall.
De Quincey Park is very green just now, and on the Bridgewater Canal the ducks seemed happy enough.
Today's excitement began with the departure of JJ back to his homeland. First Class of course.
After a good Park Hotel breakfast, Sue and I headed to Charleton Fruit Farm, about a 6km stroll, for lunch comprising coffee/tea and their superb strawberry tart.

Last night we enjoyed a stroll by the banks of the river Dee - here's a view (above), on the outskirts of Braemar.
Today we packed our bags and tidied the cottage, enjoying coffees on the lawn before departing on the road to Montrose.
It was a shame to be saying goodbye to the resident robins, blackbirds and red squirrels.
Before long we passed a lumbering hunchbacked backpacker on the road to Potarch. He accepted our offer of tea and tomatoes. It was good to see you again, JB.
We had realised that we would pass near Bill and Sal's house in Drumoak. We established that they were at home and we were able to call in for an hour or so. It was great to catch up. Bill features on a few of these pages (he is memorable for organising a motoring trip in the Egyptian desert), but we had not met Sal before. Sadly I omitted to record this encounter 'on film'.
So, on to Montrose, and the Park Hotel, where this year's TGO Challengers were signing in after their leg stretch from the west coast.
We arrived at the same time as two Old Lags in skirts alighted from a taxi. Who knows what the taxi driver thought of them - she drove quickly away.
After chatting with various Challengers and hangers-on, Sue and I enjoyed a 7km stroll around the environs of Montrose, some pictures from which follow:
