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I’ll be your dog!

On a beautiful day nearly two years ago, The Brains, The Bean and I set off for a walk that starts in the wonderfully named St Poncy (if you are English this will make you smile – my American is not good enough to know if Ponce means the same in your vernacular). Along the way three became four and this is the piece I wrote at the time – I hope you will enjoy it.

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  1. Memories like this are the ones you hope come to the forefront in the last days of life, as a reminder of the best days of life.

    July 27, 2016
    • That is so true … when I spend time with my mother (I am with her form next Tuesday for a fortnight) I try to get her to reach into her fading memory to bring forth the bits that make her smile. They make me smile too because hearing her voice filled with laughter and delight is a delight to me that I know won’t last for ever …. thank you for that lovely comment 🙂

      July 27, 2016
      • Yes, we think we are making the most of the days with our parents, but it’s hard to contemplate the inevitable and it’s harder still to know that one day soon we must say goodbye .
        My cousin knocked it into a nutshell when we lost both her lovely patents and my Dad not far after, “Gill” she said, “Do you realise that WE are the oldies now?”
        Chilling

        July 28, 2016
      • Your cousin said it … it’s levelling – the circle of life sound so great when sung in a sweeping Disney cartoon but in reality it is just horribly sad.

        July 28, 2016
  2. Great story! And hang in there, you’ll be hiking again in no time!

    July 27, 2016
    • I know you of all people understand the frustration tenfold …. I’m much more fortunate – I have no small children to cope with 🤗😳🤗

      July 28, 2016
  3. Sorry “parents” this text isn’t so much predictive as sodding opinionated

    July 28, 2016
  4. I love that bridge.

    August 7, 2016
    • It’s a little beauty!

      August 7, 2016

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