Thrones in the Crypt

Off this morning to the Crypt in Seaford. We saw some of Adele's work on display, and looking lovely. Also we bought a print by Kitty Oakley, who happened to be there. She told us about following an obsession with a nineteenth century woman called Maria Scratton, a seamstress who married excellently to a rich man who adored her, despite people looking down on her, and wore splendidly fashionable clothes. Downstairs there were two excellent thrones, and I persuaded two people to let me take their photos while sat on them.

Home and did more work in the garden, I bolted together the last bits of a smaller raised bed. We now have three of the beauties. This involved a good deal of rugged, manly hefting and tightening coach screws by hand. As soon as you start to grow things, you have to also have concerns over them. Lorraine's courgette seedlings have been devoured by an unknown assailant, but clearly not a snail as there were no trails.

In for supper and I spoke to Mum, who had just returned home from visiting some pals around the corner. Meanwhile Lorraine spoke to Maureen, who was feeling unwell again -- it resulted in another ambulance call however Lorraine arrived while the paramedics were still there. They did not take her in.

I popped into the Boot to see Steve and meet his Dutch pal Mike. Lorraine was going to come with me, but she had to get ready to zoom off to Ashford instead. Home just before Lorraine left. Mooched about quietly till bedtime.

Below... Two people who kindly let me take their photo in the Crypt. And a cactus we bought recently rewarding us in the porch.