Buttery flapjack mixture

How privileged I feel to have watched the transition of power from one prime minister to his successor. In a country which chooses its rulers and representatives by the ballot box and not by bullets. Where, unlike in the USA, campaigns do not cost billions of dollars. Where a man from a working class background married to the daughter of a Jewish Polish immigrant can rise to the highest government position and stand outside 10 Downing Street promising to do his utmost to heal the rifts and divisions in our country and, above all, to serve the people of this country. How fortunate are we? I truly believe that Keir Starmer will work hard to accomplish his goals for our country. Good luck – we must have hope.

The sheep shelter from the delicious, life giving rain

You can see from my expression that it wasn’t an easy choice – we also had a council election alongside the general election

I’m in London with daughter to listen to her speak on a panel event. This is about a mile from our first married home. I left her at the venue and revisited Oak Village and even knocked on the door of my old house.