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
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
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.
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
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
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.