Cancer convalescence is a walk in the park

Rob took me to Bradgate Park near Leicester today. It was the home of Lady Jane Grey, who was queen for nine days, before they beheaded her. Poor Lady Jane, she was only sixteen. Afterwards they decapitated some of the trees in solidarity.

Here are some pictures of the various ruins, follies and animal-life there. This peacock very kindly gave me one of his feathers. I thought that was a good omen, then a woman in the teashop told me peacock feathers are unlucky. But of course I don't believe any of that superstitious rubbish.