This week I took an unexpected trip over to my Nanna and Grandad's house. It was unexpected because when I left last time I said that I would not return as it was just too hard. However I had the urge to go and see it for one last time as the sale in almost complete and I knew that once it is gone there is no going back.
So I put the twins in the car prepared with food for them, packed up my camera and set off.
I was fine until I was just outside of the village. Once I was nearly there I got a heavy feeling inside but on I went. Thankfully my parents were also there so I wasn't alone. I did have a few tears when I saw Grandads garden but only because, thanks to the hard work of a gardener that my parents employed, it was looking like Grandads garden again. After he died last year it got neglected and it always upset me to see it like that as he spent so much time out there. But this visit was like seeing it as it was.
That is why I want to share it with you this week. I have so many happy memories from this garden. It has heard so many happy times from numerous generations. This visit was the twins turn to run around and play as I did.
This is how my Grandads garden has grown...
|A childhood hiding spot|
|The twins following in my footsteps through a tunnel made|
from shrubs and trees
|With all of the beautiful plants that were in the garden were|
these sun faded, sad looking silk flowers. No one really knows
why they were outside.
|This bed of shrubs will always make me smile. My Grandad|
used to chase Joseph around it when he was little, it would
take me 20 minutes to get Joseph in the car to go home!