We walked up into the village where there was a bank holiday country fayre. A lively fayre it was , lots of working dog displays, vintage tractors and motorbikes. There was a great atmosphere.
Everyone having a fun and something to interest all.
There donkeys and small ponies too.
On our walk back from the village we stopped to admire a garden . The lady who had been busy tending her garden , trimming her topiary trees was pleased to talk to us. She was quite tearful when she told us how she had recently lost her husband of 63 years. They had lived in the same home since their marriage. His parents owned land in the village and had given this plot for their home.
Th lady who was called Ruby showed us a book which had a photo of their house in , it was a book on the best gardens in Great Britain. They had won the best garden in the village many years ago. After winning they were asked not to enter again as nobody else would enter if they did.
I felt very sad for Ruby her husband John did not wish to have any children and Ruby was never to be a Mother. He said he loved her so much he did not want to share her with anyone.
Is good that she can still do the gardening to keep herself busy now she is on her own.
It was a real pleasure to meet and talk with Ruby.




















































