Garden

From the drive of our house.
One can see a few of our neighbours.
We lived temporarily in the house on the right and I will always remember my father often making me a bedtime snack if we had been out late.
Banana squashed in a bowl with a fork and the cream from the top of the milk bottle mixed in. I must have been about 4 or 5.

The road leads up the hill to the company guesthouse which my mother managed for a few years. It is the long flat (single storey) "thing" in the very centre on the horizon.

I was to fall off my bike on this hill and graze myself badly.