On Thursday we had some torrential rainfall, but I hadn't realised quite how heavy, until yesterday morning, when I walked past the old watermill. Duck Island has disappeared and the stream has swollen to become a river, the water trying to squeeze under the bridge where I took the photograph from.
It didn't prevent me from walking Toby. We managed to fit in our usual walk of a little over three miles, although it was heavy going in some parts, but that was balanced by the joy of walking along riverbanks and through open farmland.
I wouldn't swap any of it for pavement walks, that is for sure.
Because we live just across the garden from two of our grandchildren, our home is something of a sanctuary to them, it also works as a place for their mother to let off steam - as she did this morning.
Storm in a teacup, of course. I think most parents have been there - the house was a tip, children's toys all over the place, husband's sports gear just dumped in the kitchen, school books scattered around (he is a teacher, too), etc. One grandchild wailing because she doesn't like mummy any more, grandson muttering under his breath as he half-heartedly sorted his things, husband looking thunderous because he wanted to be outdoors.
I couldn't resist, I went over and did my best Mary Poppins impression. We looked for the fun and the job was soon done.
Easy for me, but how it brought back the memories of when I was a working mother with three children, husband working away, and everything fell on to my shoulders. Molehills became mountains and I often felt as though I was trying to swim through treacle.
When I returned home I decided to do a little cupboard sorting - talk about easily influenced.
I came across a huge brown envelope.
It was filled with pieces of card which had been cut from cereal/tissue boxes. I recognised the handwriting immediately. The cogs went round and I was whizzed back over thirty years.
Remember Call My Bluff? The panel game, where contestants are split into teams and have to decide which definition of an obscure word is correct? My father used to love that game. Back then we used to have big family gatherings over Christmas and he must have spent days, if not weeks, making this for us all to play.
Can you imagine anyone these days spending so much time on a thing? Much more likely to check out Amazon. I love that this bundle of card is so imbued with his energy and hard work - he died almost twenty years ago, but this made him feel very near.
Well that's our Christmas entertainment sorted out then.
Thanks Dad.xxx
