Today I got knee deep in family photo albums, digging out all the treasures of days gone by.
I was particularly drawn to photos of my Mother. Staring into her smiley shiny eyes and wide joyful mouth, I felt so lucky to have her.
I had a wonderful childhood, my most precious memories from the years we spent on Apple Tree Farm.
I remember bare foot, freckled skin, running wild and free late into the summer nights, playing in the long grass with my brother and climbing the apple trees to scavenge for fruit.
It got me thinking, some people do not have many happy memories and others have none at all. But to respect what we have, whatever that may be and always remember our past makes us who we are today, that's what counts the most.
|Hiking at the Lake District|
|M & D|
|My Brother x|