sitting under the tree

Had a quiet afternoon to myself down at Cratcliffe, this jogged a memory of when I was about four years old and having the memory of sitting under a broad leaf tree with my Dad. It was probably Hatfield Park as we lived near there back then. Its an ephemeral memory and a reminiscence of a long gone childhood but also one of a complex Dad no longer here.

Had a nice chat with Tom last night via skype, it was great to see him again and he looks well so he seems to be surviving without us. Karin was really happy to see her lad again and cheered her up a lot. isn't technology great :0)



probably best viewed big. but arent they always :-)