Ladder

It's the simple things that stick with you.

When I was a kid, I used to go over to the neighbours' farm and, in the stables, there was a ladder that went up to what, I suppose, must have been a hay loft. I'd go up there with a book and some sandwiches and I'd spend hours up there.

I've never forgotten those afternoons and, a few years back, after a particularly good deal, I bought that farm. Now, I can revisit that hay loft any time I want. Recharge my batteries. It's the simple things...

I must get over there and have a look at the old place, sometime. I wonder what it looks like now?