..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 ....
Through rose tinted glasses. 