One Hundred and Fifty year Jubilee Celebration.

Pictures speak louder than words.However for an objective opinion read this review

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The Pines circa 1890

D Day minus one.

We wait in fear and trepidation. Tomorrow's the day and we have no idea what to expect. We know at least seventy people will be coming, those that have been invited and those helping,but we know many others, the locals,are also coming and are quite excited about it all. The garden is fab and the weather promises to be great. Many jobs have not been finished but it doesn't really matter any more. They will have to accept us warts and all.I have one job to do today.The gazebo has to have cement tiles put down to cover the earth floor and Elaine wants me to polish the wood stove, Don't know why as no one is to be allowed into the house.Ja well no fine,I'll do it.

The chain gang coerced into action.

The last lap.

For several months the upstairs window has been boarded up. A wind blew it open and damaged the frame and broke a glass pane. It just had to get in the queue, but at last its time came and Warren our neighbour came over to help with putting up my scaffold which I had bought specially for this very purpose.