The obvious task tonight was to re-start where I had left off at Ash Grove, which I did. I snapped quickly a piccy of the Burwell Day Centre, which was closed on account of it no longer being day-time. However, the building, in which wonderful work is done and many good meals provided for the elderly of Burwell, was there in all its glory, so here it is.

It was a wonderful evening back at Burwell but, as U.S. General Douglas MacArthur is said to have said, 'I shall return.'
Finally for now, I have been amused to discover that the fences of South East Cambridgeshire are moving over - so far as fences are able so to do - to my way of thinking. I am, of course, aware that fences sympathetic to me are no more meaningful electorally than the fields, the barns, the hedges and the ditches that are swinging towards the big-spending local Conservatives.
Here is one of 'my' fences. Thanks for making it 'mine,' ******!
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