As usual, I had my eye open for lichen, and Devon provided some lovely examples, especially in the garden of the old farmhouse the family were staying in.
We had to return home, which luckily was only an hour’s drive away from our holiday home in Devon, as it was the funeral of a neighbour of ours. It was a gorgeous sunny day, which I was pleased to see for the bereaved family; there’s nothing worse than a funeral, except a funeral in awful weather.
Some of the trees in the garden of our holiday accommodation were very old, and very big. Some lichens grow at a centimetre a year, so to see a big patch on a tree trunk must mean the tree and the lichen are both old friends!
Home to the family in time for dinner, and it was cousin Diana’s turn to cook… delicious pie with suet crust pastry, filled with chicken and ham and vegetables… wonderful! And for any of us with a space left there was rice pudding and red jam!

Love the pics. They reminded me of one of my own, of an old farm gate. I like the way you use photos to inspire your blog posts.
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Thank you Val!
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