Easter Sunday kicked off at 4am. Nothing too new in my books — I can be an early riser, but that depends on what time I went to bed the night before (in this case it was 5pm). We caught the bus out to Ripon and we were picked up by my Dad. Heading out to the farm we heard of the terrorism in Sri Lanka.
My parents have a soft-spot for Sri Lanka after they had the best time ever on that island — they are willing to vouch to anyone on how open, honest, hard-working and kind the locals are. This has been a bit of shock to my parents — they are good people themselves and it is hard to see them come to terms with these acts of a minority.
My cousin Tillie (+ her kids), my sister and my Brother and his wife (+ their kids). were all there.
We ate like well-fed kings thanks to Mum’s handiwork. I had my camera (Nikon D700) and took these photos. Here is a brief pass of three of the images from the link …