..it was a place where milk could be spilt and tears could be shed...
Tag: Memories
The faces of Christmas.
and fires were lit, in houses both big, and small,
Old friends and slippers
Last week I had a surprise autumn visit from a childhood friend. Â We hadn't seen each other for nearly 20 years but after just a few minutes together, intermingled with hugs, tears (mainly mine) and more hugs, we were chatting away as if we had never been apart. Â That to me is the sign of…
Moments of madness!
I was back in the town of my birth, down at 'The Mole' once again,
Bicycle bells and memories.
I can still remember the sheer joy I felt when I opened the brown package...
Letting Go.
From Childhood we are told to hold on. Hold on to Mums hand, Hold on to the pushchair, hold on to your ball ....