Monday 18th September 2017

MONO MONDAY: A FAVOURITE MEMORY

A family holiday long ago in the 1960's. Ibiza. I am seven years old. Red shorts, some wrapped sugar cubes in my pocket. Climbing up the steep roads in the sunshine, my hand holding tightly to Daddy's. I sit on a wall overlooking the bay far below while Dad takes a snap before perching beside me. We crunch on sugar cubes for energy and set off back down to our hotel. A precious, fleeting memory, but still so clear in my mind after half a century has passed. Special times, just Dad and me, exploring the world together.