Bridge over the River Gray

For once, no photography yesterday on our Wednesday walk! Only two of us, walking from home, and back via the bus: we were deep in conversation, so the camera stayed in its bag. But the bag returned home full also of field mushrooms, which was a bonus.

Our friend Marius Gray's grave will never have a tombstone, so a new bridge is being built, destined to serve as his memorial. It replaces the rickety structure at present in place over the River Monnow near to his Herefordshire home, which he loved. His widow, Clare, and I drove to Cirencester this morning, to see it in course of construction - a massive operation! Blue is the chosen colour.

Meanwhile World Cup fever is gripping the household. So posts to this blog will be short and sweet for a bit.

England v. Wales

We drove to West Herefordshire today, and lunched well, the three of us doing full justice to a bottle of Chateau Chasse-Spleen 1986. The kitchen window gave a similar view to this, my photograph being taken from the garden. Grosmont, Monmouthshire, graces the hill opposite, across the border, which runs down the middle of the fast-flowing River Monnow.