A Familiar Stopping Place.

Today I was working in Worplesdon, not far from Guildford. The journey there reminded so much of visits to my Grandparents many years ago. They lived in Great Bookham, not far from Guildford. It always seemed to take ages to get there and there were certain places we used to stop for a drink or for my brother and I to stretch our legs. This is one of those places, I remember it well, a drink of water from a small tin mug for us and coffee from a thermos flask for Mum and Dad.