Granddaughter in motion on the beach last summer!
It’s taken me a while to get going to this week’s challenge, partly because I have contract deadlines to meet, but also because I was trying to find something other than the numerous twisted tree trunks that I’ve photographed recently. After trawling back through my files I found this from a holiday in the Wye Valley a few years ago. I was actually looking for a shot of the River Wye twisting through Symonds Yat, but it wasn’t twisty enough for my liking. So I settled for this one – taken with my old Olympus point and shoot, but not too bad considering. You can probably just make out my grandaughter who made it to the centre of the maze while I watched from the lookout tower!
Now how’s that for a coincidence? Only a few days before reading the post by Gluestick Mum about the nursery rhyme ‘Wee Willie Winkie’ we’d come across this whilst wandering around the memorials in Glasgow Necropolis!
When I’m staying with my son he likes to take the dogs for a run at weekends. Although they live in an urban area there are a number of wide open spaces within a ten-minute drive. My granddaughter likes to climb trees and this is one of her favourite climbing trees. The branches sprawl very close to the ground and she can get right inside them without having to climb to a great height – she’s really not that brave!
It was such a beautiful day today that, after a brief work meeting, I decided to go for a walk with my camera. It was a toss-up between a childhood park or the cemetery – the park won. This is one of the two parks that my Mum used to take me to when I was small. This was the ‘Sunday’ park, because she liked to listen to the band playing in the bandstand on a Sunday afternoon.
It’s a huge place and it was good to see that plenty of Mums are still walking there with their buggies and toddlers. There are two ornamental ponds – one used to have fish and water lilies in – it looks as though the lilies are still there but I suspect the fish are long gone, certainly none in evidence today. The second is a boating lake and when my sons were small their grandparents used to take them there to sail their boats. The eldest had a yacht but, as I remember, it frequently capsized!
The tennis courts are where I learned to play, attending a series of evening coaching sessions one summer. I don’t remember the courts being in such good condition – more like hard grey clay with grass growing around the edges as I recall!!
By the end of this year I hope to have moved west, to be closer to my family – my camera is helping me to record the places I remember before I leave. So far three generations of our family have passed time there – I’m hoping I can take my granddaughter next time she visits.