Memories

I can remember playing under the old ash tree that once stood here, where now a only a stump remains with this fine carving mounted atop. There was a rope swing from one of the lower branches, you could swing out over the stream perhaps to be splashed as stones were dropped into the water below. Forty years on children still play in the stream, building dams and searching for minnows. My children sometimes, creating their own memories.

Another blip taken in pouring rain!