You've been framed!

In the frame

On Saturday the calendar was suspiciously blank. No ringing, or any other church activity planned. No service to prepare for. A strangely quiet day. No wonder everyone was feeling a bit edgy at this unaccustomed leisure.

However, a picture had been dropped off at a framing shop in Evesham a couple of weeks ago. Yesterday we received notification that our masterpiece was now ready for collection, so we thought we had better go and retrieve it.

Evesham is a town we often drive round on the way to the Cotswolds, occasionally drive through (because it is a day when we can't be doing with all the roundabouts), but rarely visit. However, as we had some spare time after collecting our freshly framed picture, we decided to go for a wander along by the river.

Despite the coldness of the day, spring was definitely in the air as far as the cobs were concerned. They were definitely still in Valentine's Day mode. Lots of frantic feathery flutterings as the poor pen took off down the river, hotly pursued by a couple of would-be lovers, with amorous intentions.





Our wanderings took us from Waterside, over the stone bridge to Abbey Meadows, where we challenged the KHT to engage with some of the play equipment.





DH's muscle power was required to propel this particular peice of equipment. It needed to be turned several times in one direction, so it could then spin back in the other direction at a much faster speed. The KHT had a great time demonstrating that it is not possible to spin silently. We were then joined by a family with younger children. Their dad had a great time winding up the swing so his children could enjoy the sensation of being hurled through space. Being children the novelty soon wore off and they decided it was more fun to chase the seats. Unfortunately, despite being warned not to, the youngest child decided to chase one of the seats while it was in full flight. To her horror, the KHT collided with the child, who was unable to match the speed of the swing. The poor lad was swept off his feet and deposited on the floor. To add insult to injury he acquired a mouth full of wood chip in the process, as he was just getting ready for a most indignant yell when he landed facedown on the ground. 
"That will teach him" observed his mother, sympathetically.
No injury was sustained, other than to his pride. I reassured the KHT that it really wasn't her fault, and it was suggested that this would be a prudent moment to move on.
"Yes, that is a good idea," agreed the KHT, "Before I am travel sick!"

We continued our walk down past the play area by the new bridge to Hampton Ferry and beyond. By now the sun was shining and it was all very pleasant.
"Where's the coffee?" enquired DH.
Unfortunately, there are no coffee shops near the river in Evesham. Rather than take a significant diversion in search off a coffee shop in the town centre, we decided to stop off at Evesham Country Park on the way home, as it has changed rather a lot since DH last visited.

"It's a lovely walk," observed the KHT plaintively "Can't we continue?"
"The art of a good walk is to know when to stop, especially when your father wants a cup of coffee..."
Then just as we reached the new bridge again, the KHT said excitedly
"There is something I need you to see" 
and she pointed out some graffiti.
"It's Laurel and Hardy!" I said,
"Really?" 
Her face lit up and I knew what she was thinking.
"But I do not think that it is a Banksy"

Blankety Blank...

Meanwhile, our newly framed picture is home
and awaits hanging?

Watch this space...