Poles Apart

 What a splendid, lazy start to the day. The Gorse Fox got up after a lie-in at 7:30 and the Silver Vixen, after reading in bed, came down after 9:00. That is a good start to a Sunday.

After some basic chores, we both set about our hobbies. The Silver Vixen disappeared into the sewing room and the Gorse Fox into the study. The focus for the Gorse Fox, today, was the Polish side of the family and their migration to Canada. Firstly, they came to England, landing in Hull. Then after a few years they set sail from Liverpool to Canada. Bit by bit he unpicked the information. This was not helped by the huge variation he found in the spelling of the Polish names once they were recorded in English and French in Canada. In some cases there must have been 5 spellings of the same name for the same person and they weren't even consistent when written on the same day for the same event. Anyway, bay by bit he has started to unpick the history of that side of the family and, as usual, found some huge inconsistencies and errors in other people's research.

This afternoon, the Silver Vixen went round to spend the afternoon with Urban-Cub and have a mother-daughter afternoon. The Gorse Fox spent the time cooking a lovely joint of pork that virtually fell apart when it was time for dinner. (This was a very inexpensive joint from Lidl and the Gorse Fox cooked it at 170C for two nd a quarter hours in a sealed pan - it really was sensational).