Mowing the Grass

My second cousin G, and his wife, M, joined us for a light lunch today, on their way from their home in Ringwood to Hungerford, where they are staying for a few days to catch up with their son and his family. We haven't seen them for nine years, so it was very good to hear their news. It was an opportunity for me to pass over to G a couple of Victorian watercolour paintings of Swiss landscapes which my late aunt wanted him to have. They belonged to Sarah, my great grandmother, who was also G's great grandmother. Sarah was given the pictures on her wedding day by her employer ( she was his family's cook), and which ended up with her daughter, my grandma, and then her daughter, my aunt. The pictures are of little monetary value, being unsigned, but my aunt was very fond of them.(See extras; one is of the Staubbach Falls. The other is of the Devil's bridge at Andermatt). 
After G and M left , there was still time for us to enjoy a sunny walk into Winchester city centre, and a bus back. We noticed the five British White cattle on nearby Whiteshute Ridge still doing their useful job of mowing the grass,so two are my blip.