In Loving Memory

When I was 11, my Aunt went on holiday overseas. Tucked in her luggage were letters I had written in the hopes that she could find me a penfriend.  Well, find me a penfriend she did.  Liz lived in Yorkshire in England and we wrote prolifically throughout our teens, nurturing and developing a very close and very special relationship.  It remains one of the most significant, important and treasured relationships of my life.

I have had the extreme good fortune to be able to visit England and spend time with Liz and her family on five or more occasions.  Her family welcomed me and gave me a place of my own within their close knit circle.  They have helped to contribute to many, many happy and special memories,  and lots of laughter.

Sadly, Liz's beloved dad, Brian, passed away very suddenly and unexpectedly on Monday.

Farewell you grumpy old bugger.  Thanks for the memories.xxxxx

Not my tree house but I wish it was

I must confess that I became quite giddy with excitement upon seeing this glorious construction. This is another back-in-time post from our trip to the UK. I came across the photos whilst trawling my pictures and it was just too exciting and wonderful not to share. Don't you think? I enjoyed a very happy scamper here during our visit. The tree house can be found at the Alnwick Garden, in England which I'll tell you more about in another post. No time tonight unfortunately.

This was far higher than it looked and it wobbled a bit when J jumped up and down in an effort to scare me as I crossed. Not being overly fond of wobbly heights, he was mildly successful.
Don't these look like ridiculously good fun!! You have to love a child friendly venue. They make me feel quite at home! :)


Click here if you'd like to take a further peep at this lovely garden.