Sunday, 20 May 2012
Same river...another day.
This time at Port Meadow. Sunday's floodplain meander involved more catching up. Then resting here a little while for liquid refreshment before ambling home.
I have so many good memories associated with water. Watching dad fly the model plane he made at Platt Fields in Manchester. Happy childhood holidays on Solveig when he would hide treasure and give us compasses and maps to seek it out and mum would cook delicious meals in the tiny cabin. Taking H for walks along the riverbank every afternoon when we first moved to Oxford and she was a tiny little girl. Then heading home for story time and hot buttered toast.
Golden days...golden times...new and old...
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