After an hour of resting, writing a few postcards and eating my picnic lunch I decided to attempt to take some photos of the dolls who were in our car (parked directly behind where I was sitting) as my sister was in touch regularly by mobile phone and occasionally looking down from the turrets to check if I was still OK and in a standing position after last weeks fall. My own stupid fault though.
Ross was the first to jump out of the car boot and enjoyed exploring the ropes, nets and buoys (just like Fritz did last year) which were stored in a heap by my bench. (He is still wearing his new Dollydoodle leisurewear as he daren't take it off in case Fritz 'collars' it for himself!)
Next out was my little cheeky faced 1970 brunette waif who is always very helpful as she is really photogenic. I think that she looks a real poppet in this coloured Dollydoodle outfit.
As you can see the weather was gloriously hot and sunny and for once there was an unusually high tide in the estuary so all the boats and yatchs were afloat. (This was where we used to have our 28 foot yatch moored only a little further down the quay towards the sea.)
The fishing boat behind her making an interesting backdrop would normally be way below the quay wall lolling on it's side when the tide is out.
Annaliese (my first re-root by Jackie Rydstrome) decided that it was now her turn to venture out.
Luke enjoying a quick stretch-out on a bed of ropes in the sunshine after being couped up in the car boot.
My next stop, although still on the Quay, was for Annaliese to stop and visit the smallest house in Great Britain as for once it was open (I normally put Conwy on my last stop towards the evening and it is then closed.) This little, measuring 1.8 x 3.05 metres, one down, one up (no loo!) red painted house was always a fisherman's cottage (and was last owned by a 6'3'' fisherman!!) Now in the Guinness Book of Records it has become a well known tourist's attraction.
Standing on the mantlepiece amongst the brass and copper.
Sitting on the side of the fireplace though it's a good job that the fire isn't lit with it being so hot and sunny outside.
This wooden bench lid lifts off so that the firewood for the fire can be stored underneath.
There is a wooden step ladder that you climb up through the hatch into the bedroom where there is a bed and chest BUT due to safety reasons now it is railed off so you can only poke your head up for a quick glance. (Not really enough room for a camera and Sasha I'm afraid.)