Easter lilies

There was a good attendance this morning, it being Easter. We had a full complement of ringers, some of whom were a little tired and possibly hungover after the barbecue event last night. My tennis partner cried off saying it was too cold and windy but I suspect, from a voice I heard in the background, that his wife had some jobs she wanted doing! Anyway, we have rearranged for tomorrow morning. Instead I caught up with the sport and read some more of my book. It is a very interesting account of a childhood spent in the interwar years in a poor and remote and Pyrenean village close to here. It was written by the father of our French bell ringer and enjoyed considerable national success when it was published.