Listen to the Fear that's gone....

Took myself off for a walk this morning, all alone.

Took myself to a place we used to visit a lot as a family, when the littles were very little.

Took myself up the path where Boy sledged down a hill on Christmas Day 1996, and crashed head first into a tree.

Took myself along the path where we used to play "trowing dones" for hours and hours on end.

Took myself across the bridge where Tooli played Pooh Sticks.

Took myself to the bird cages where the kids "oohed" and "aahhed" with pleasure at the pretty feathers and chirups.

Took myself back to the place where a hug and a kiss from Mum made it all better.