Good Memories

Yellow is a colour that always reminds me of Dad - being colour blind, he could at least enjoy its brightness. 18yrs today...

I am sure Dad would have loved the fact that, today, Mum, his 17yr old grandson  and I spent a morning swimming, chatting and having fun together at the local pool. Then, afterwards, an afternoon with Malcolm, a walk on the Moss, and a meal round the kitchen table.

Winter Jasmine, Mum's garden
(wind blowing like crazy - impressed to get even this fuzzy focus)