You know me, one thing invariably leads to another and before I knew it I had taken a series of photos of Stella Gollys.
This all started with a broken toilet – it so often does; Stella and I went to our local builders merchants to buy a new one, it’s the glamorous life I lead. Nervous Nigel took us to the caged bay full of sanitary wear and Stella chose ‘Laura’ which is the name of her daughter so of course it was only a matter of seconds before one of us said the obvious.
Oh, the beauty of the builders merchants.
Back at Stella’s after coffee I was once again called to take some photos of her beloved cat….thing is despite him being all furry and cute he does have to compete with lots of lovely photogenic styled collections of interesting things….so here are the highlights.
He's cute, he's furry, his name is Tennyson and he lives the life of Riley.
This old boy is a Deans Golly dating back from the 1930's.
It's surprising just how many books there are about Gollys.
Stella made the two on the right, Laura and Tim.
Another book from Stella's collection.
I love this shelf load of miscellaneous bits and pieces.
These are Stella's hostas. Believe it or not she has a bit of a snail problem.