A Passing Pride
A slow start this morning, I was not feeling very well, oddly hot and sweaty. Lorraine and I off to meet Sam in town before he headed back to Leeds. However he postponed his departure, because as President of the Philosophical society he had to cancel a planned walk about the Lake District.
As L and I set off the Pride march passing by, which was as colourful as ever. Always enjoy seeing the Police marching as part of the parade.
Had coffee with Sam and a glance around the shops. He bought a tub with paper gulls in them, which was rather nice. I found a leaflet about tutored drop-in life drawing sessions, which are held quite close to where I live, so may pursue this when I get a chance.
Much of the rest of the day given over to moving Beth back to Kingston. Filling up a white van with Betty stuff, and then L and I took her off, and unpacked her at the other end. She has a nice new student house, far better than where she was before, and the two boys she and four girls are sharing with, seem likeable enough lads. Engineers. Betty fleetingly sad to be left, and we had a Chinese takeaway with her before we left, arriving home at 11:30 driving past the nearby Preston Park now quiet after its humongous party.
Below: the police march as part of the parade. Two other snaps at Preston Circus, a hundred yards or so from where we live. The sky heavily overcast, but did not rain amazingly enough.
As L and I set off the Pride march passing by, which was as colourful as ever. Always enjoy seeing the Police marching as part of the parade.
Had coffee with Sam and a glance around the shops. He bought a tub with paper gulls in them, which was rather nice. I found a leaflet about tutored drop-in life drawing sessions, which are held quite close to where I live, so may pursue this when I get a chance.
Much of the rest of the day given over to moving Beth back to Kingston. Filling up a white van with Betty stuff, and then L and I took her off, and unpacked her at the other end. She has a nice new student house, far better than where she was before, and the two boys she and four girls are sharing with, seem likeable enough lads. Engineers. Betty fleetingly sad to be left, and we had a Chinese takeaway with her before we left, arriving home at 11:30 driving past the nearby Preston Park now quiet after its humongous party.
Below: the police march as part of the parade. Two other snaps at Preston Circus, a hundred yards or so from where we live. The sky heavily overcast, but did not rain amazingly enough.
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