Childhood .....

........in darkest Africa. Growing up as D and I did some 100 miles of tortuous dirt road ( a 4 hour drive) from the nearest town and on farm land with closest neighbours about 1/2 a mile away we had to make our own fun. This was our beloved treehouse attached to a tree beside the house. We spent hours and many adventures up in the tree :)
I was absolutely delighted when today while helping mum clear our her desk drawer she produced this. I don’t remember ever seeing it before. D’s comment when I sent it to her was ‘ I remember it being much bigger,’ as do I actually. We can’t remember the gardener’s name for sure but think it may have been Shibe. I am on the left aged about 8 and D on the right st about 5 and half :)