Remembering Dad

Another year passes.  Dad would have been 95!  His final resting place is in a beautiful part of the cemetery aT Blackford, overlooking the woods and the hills that him and I walked many a time together when I was just a youngster.  Every Sunday we walked round the Red Brae, just him and I rain or shine.

Laura and Ben came with us for putting flowers on his grave.  A bunch of daffies and a couple of camellias from the tree In Laura’s garden.  

It was truly a stunning winters day, it was so good to be out walking, taking our minds off the horrors going on in Ukraine.  Ben had a shot of my old canon to take pics for his photography badge at scouts.  He took it very seriously.

He is still without his iPhone……

Went up to mums later to sort out the stuff that came out of her bathroom.  Omg the amount of crap and out of date perfume.  I mean seriously out of date cos the smell has gone.  Opium still in its cellophane (it will still be ok says mum). It seriously must be from the 80s.  So many crap gift sets like gogglebox cup with hand cream and another gogglebox characters on a body wash.  A tea cup with gogglebox -  she doesn’t even watch it!

Lots chucked but still more to do…..

This is the relatively new bridge over the railway.  The right of way of old was walking across the tracks from two gates in either side of the tracks.  Folks in the village did this from an early age with no killings as it’s a real straight bit and we were learnt at an early age to read the signal which was next to the gates so we knew if a train was approaching.  Loved the close proximity to the trains.