Blue Remembered Hills.....

On days like today, I remember Easters gone by....

.....a spectacularly hot one in Glendaruel, in the mid seventies.....exciting ones in Aviemore.....lazy ones on a farm in the Lake District....a fraught one in St Andrews when I should have been studying for my 'O' Grades....a tearful, teenage, tantrumy one in Berwick upon Tweed (something to do with a boy)....a great one in Italy, with a pizza oven built into the outside of the house.....

.....and in the background of it all, my dad, telling me I talk too much.

I miss him - he was a good egg :-)