Monday, 29 August 2016
A road long travelled
I'm back in work tomorrow - meh. Mike actually said I could leave if I liked but Harry is off to uni (hopefully) in four years and I like to save more towards that.
Who knows though in seven years I could retire. Exciting possibilities ahead.
Apart from three years away I've always lived here. I bought a house just round the corner from my parents. Quite a few of my childhood friends did the same and now my youngest son is friends with their children. Some are also in the same year group at school which is nice.
I was very blessed last week as Mike did the majority of the dog walking. I only took Rocky out on Saturday as Mike was fishing.
Rocky and I almost always take the route above, so close to my house I could almost touch it. The cut off for the primary school is just by the bend in the top photo. The school which my siblings and I attended and our children too.
This road is still much travelled by us all. My sister lives at the very top out of sight just round the corner. Harry wanders up and down it each day to meet his friends in the village. They've had a wonderfully idyllic school summer holiday. The group of them tramping up and down the lane and through the fields. It's also the route to and from secondary school if walking. Similar to me at that age.
They are too old now to find old dens made in the hedgerows, explore the ditches looking for creatures or paddle in the shallow stream. I think they still visit the small wood of which there are two.
Times change of course. The farm is now a farm park, the small field where the best hedges for making dens was sold and a few houses were built there about 20 years ago.
Times might change but thoughts seldom do.
"Joanne, where do those little girls I see visiting next door live"?
"In those new houses at the bottom mum"
My thoughts were interrupted as Rocky and I returned from our Saturday morning walk. I spotted three young boys in the middle of the road by the houses. Naturally I knew the boys and how long their families had been living there. Bikes akimbo on the road as is the traditional position here often as goal posts. Never on the pavement and there is always a mad scramble when a car approaches.
They were looking at something in the middle of the road and as I came into view they looked up at me.
One of the boys I know very well as he is the youngest brother of one of Harry's closest school friends. His father was a childhood friend of mine. This boy has chosen to call me 'Harry's mum'
'Harry's mum Harry's mum there's a frog in the middle of the road'
'Pick him up and put him in the hedge then'
'Ew' said three seven year old boys together then 'Oh no a car is coming, it's going to get squished' - mad scramble to remove bikes.
The frog wasnt squished and after the close escape one of the boys decided he would be brave and pick it up. Except the frog had enough by this time and was unnervingly to the boys hopping off.
Now they were worried for their new friend so one made a grab for it but really did not like the feeling of the frog and started grimacing.
I handed Rocky over and the took the frog to put in a place of safety. Rocky was rather exhausted by all this palaver so a short talk on frogs was given and the hound and I returned home for a much deserved rest and treat!
This is my greenhouse frog - Francis x