This was the first ever photograph I took of Percy....
and so, so sadly - this is the last. Taken the day before New Year. On Monday, a week ago, very early in the morning, poor little Percy was run over by a car on the road outside our house. Charlie and Mavis were already on their way down to Dorset, and I was in London, when we got the text from our neighbour Mandy, that a tabby cat had been found and everyone was trying to work out who he was. I don't think I've been as sad in such a long time. It has felt like a whole week of real loss. Percy was a huge character, endlessly racing around the house, climbing up the curtains, causing mayhem. It feels very empty here without him. We loved him so much. Henry was very sad too, looking everywhere for Percy, but I think he's on the mend now. And Mavis has lost a real friend too. The price of love is grief, as a real friend said to me during the week. One day soon, I'll post some more photos of dear, missed Percy, but not tonight.
On a cold, wintry Saturday, with a startlingly bright sun, we headed up to the Blackmore Vale for lunch with friends. But we left a bit early with the task in mind of seeing something new.... which, having looked at the map to see where we were going, was calling in to look at the ancient stone porch of Hammoon Manor, a house I've longed to see for years and years.