The Stream
It was a lovely sunny day and school was over. Graham asked the Little Man if he wanted to go to the park to play in the stream. How could he say no.
They always make a bee-line for the stream on sunny days, fascinated by water. Last year they built a damn from sticks, The Little Man had loads of fun.
This year it was their first visit but still it was fun dangling a stick in the water. It was warm so Graham suggested taking their shoes off and going for a paddle in the stream; and so they did.
They paddled, feeling the cool water rushing between their toes. And cooling down on a very hot day. What fun they had.
My Stream
On Sunday afternoons, Mum would prepare Sunday lunch and pop off to visit her Mum. Then Dad was free to visit the pub for a pint before lunch. He’d take me with him, it was much more fun than sitting in Nan’s kitchen.
The Pub he took me to had fields at the back with horses. If you held out some grass they’d come over to the fence for a nibble and let you stroke their heads. Then Dad would give me some pennies for a packet of crisps and a bottle of pop in the outdoor on the side of the pub. While he would pop into the pub for a pint of beer. We’d sit on the wall outside and enjoy our ‘picnic.’ Then, if it was warm enough, we’d go through the trees and visit the stream.
The photo above is the actual stream, well, it’s actually a brook. The little metal footbridge is still there. I would sit on the bridge and dangle my feet towards the water, but they didn’t reach.
Memories
At the far left of the photo you can just about see a dip, this led down to a little sandy area, which to me, an excited six year old, was like a mini beach. I’d rip off my socks and shoes and carefully place them on a rock then excitedly rush to water for a paddle. Feeling that lovely cool water wash between my toes. Turning back to my Daddy who was sat on a nearby bench and calling out that I’d seen a frog. There were teeny tiny fish in there too. I loved that little place, it wasn’t much but it was special.
Too soon it was time to go back and pick up Mum so she could finish Sunday dinner. I can’t remember any conversations I had with my Dad, he was a quiet man. I just remember that special bond that we had.
I’ve not been back to that stream since my Dad passed away just a couple of years later. Somehow, I don’t think it would be anywhere near as magical as I imagined it to be and I don’t want to bear the disappointment.
Memories are magical and nothing makes me happier knowing that my boy is making special memories with his Dad just like I did with mine.
That’s a lovely piece, Anne.
Playing in the stream, what a fun way to spend the day. Loved reading about your Sunday too. It was a beautiful read. Some memories are truly magical.
-Soma
What a beautiful post Anne. I loved learning about your childhood and how nice that both you and little man share memories of taking a dip in the stream. Lovely capture of your little man having fun too!
Hope you’ve had a fab weekend. xx #MMBC
Lovely photo of the stream. It looks like a wonderful day to be outside. Happy Sunday! #MySundayPhoto
On a hot weekend that stream looks so inviting to jump in.
Thank you for linking up to #MySundayPhoto
Memories are so vital, thank you for sharing x
Ahh! That looks perfect to play in, especially with the weather we’ve been having!
What wonderful memories! #MMBC
What lovely memories! You can’t beat lemonade and a packet of crisps at the pub when you’re a kid, especially when you’re by a stream and spending time with your dad.
How lovely that your boy gets to spend time with his dad too.
That spring is just calling out for a paddle especially if the weather was lovely! Sounds like your little man had a great time. #MMBC
What a lovely story. Amazing how places can be so important to us. I can understand who you wouldn’t want to spoil those memories.
Maybe you should go back to feel your dad there. I find comfort in the places we were together. Lovely post.
Lovely story and beautiful location X
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Little streams and rivers are such nice places to visit, they hold such dear memories with my own childhood. Such lovely photos too – Thanks so much for sharing and for linking up with #MySundaySnapshot.
I used to love playing in stream near our house when we stayed with my gran. Perfect childhood spot.
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That looks like a wonderful place to visit. So calm and peaceful xx