Remembering

Today would have been the 107th birthday of my beloved father, Allan. And strange to say, it was less than a year ago when I discovered that he was in fact, my father. Dave blipped his badges a few years back, and gave a little more detail about him.

We went for a stroll in the Dean Gardens, remembering him (and how he loved gardens). Amongst his favourite plants were cyclamen - he planted hundreds of them in a little woodland area he had, along with snowdrops and other flowers. He'd have loved these, still holding on to a couple of flowers, almost directly beneath the Dean Bridge.