H is for Handy

We drove home from our London outing in the morning and arrived some time before lunch, the house much in need of a fire in the grate. Before long, the orange glow of embers and wood flames had warmed the lounge, where we sat enjoying sandwiches for lunch.

Afterwards, Master H sat on the sofa, whilst his sisters did their best to drag out the process of getting ready for a thinking day afternoon for as long as possible. They were late as a result. Fortunately the ladies of considerable years from the Trefoil Guild on the registration table were welcoming the girls with some diligence, so we joined the back of the queue unnoticed. We were followed by a small number of other girls and parents!

I had taken a few shots of the girls in their uniforms, but unfortunately none of them made the grade thanks to their inability to pose...