Old Liberty cotton dressing gown with shredded ties from too many machine washes. Wish I had spent time drawing today rather than posting endless stressful posts on Facebook ….

My Gudrun shirt and dress hanging on door… With a little help from lovely app

I have no memories of being shaken like a pepper pot.  Or Worthing. Or coming back home and showing my happiness by jumping up and down in my cot! But from the number of times I heard this story I realise that I must have cried a very long time to irritate/upset/worry my mother to the point where the shaking was her only option!  Apparently I screamed so loudly that I kept all the guests in the Hotel awake.  After this I was entrusted to Kinny’s care and didn’t go on holiday with my parents until I was old enough to talk and too old to be shaken like a pepper pot!  

The beginning of the journey.  You have it all in front of you, the insects, wild flowers and clear blue sky.  It’s all yours, the smells, the sounds and the sheer glory of it all..

Eventually you reach the trees and somewhere, behind them, you stop noticing the insects and the wild flowers and the clear blue sky. Now you don’t need those things.  You have plans to make, things to do.  Occasionally you will take a brief look at the insects but not with curiosity as you did before. Or you might buy flowers wrapped in cellophane but you don’t touch their soft petals.  And what of that clear blue sky? Well things have changed so much, the sky isn’t as blue as it used to be you will say to friends and they will all agree.  No the sky isn’t as blue as it used to be when we were children.

And now it is time to start the journey back. Still planning and thinking. Not so many choices now. Slowing down. Looking back more than ahead. Looking back to the days when as a little girl you were happy and sad all in one day and time was all pink blossom springs, sunny sky summers, chestnut brown autumns and paper chain Winters…

Now you want her back.  The child you left behind the trees when you had other things to do and so much ahead of you, when you grew up and away…

You turn around, that’s all it takes to change everything, and there she is waiting behind the trees. She puts her smooth, small hand in yours and you head out together back through the field and slowly you become aware once again of the plants, the insects and the endless blue sky….

The field in frame made by Anthony

Happy Birthday Big Bro this is a tale of Apple Pie love and angst but mostly love….