Fruits of labour

Some damsons picked from the garden last September. My father climbed a ladder and passed apples down to us. Unbelievably, two weeks later he was having open heart surgery. And even more unbelievably, he’s now back on the golf course!

Edit: I first posted this from my phone, but it doesn’t upload a very large picture, nor does it match the background colour – I’ll leave it to doing it at the computer so!

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