I wanted to choose a slightly more recent photo.
Or should I say I didn't want it to be of a similar age to the last one... I'm not fooling anyone that this one is in any way shape or form recent.
If you're wondering ...and I know I would be...I'm the one with shocking hairstyle and terrible jumper - fashion was never one of my strong points!
Actually I have photos of worse outfits and hairstyles than this.
I may NOT being sharing those ones!
I have no idea where this photo was taken ... what I do know is that it must have been a Sunday afternoon.
I know this because my parents had a 'corner shop'. It was open 7 days a week but we shut at noon on a Sunday so that we could have some family time.
If the weather allowed we all piled into my Dad's work van - these were always red Ford Escorts. Us kids sat in the back.
No seat belts ... *yep I shudder to think about it now*.
In fact there were no seats! We had cushions, blankets and as we got older sometimes a beanbag.
|This isn't me - it's my sister.|
We didn't have another car. We went everywhere in the back of that van. Even to posh restaurants!
A lot of those Sunday journeys involved water. We usually found a stream to paddle in or a ford to drive through. Sometimes we took a walk alongside a river.
Most of these were in Derbyshire. We lived just in Derbyshire but these trips took us into a more attractive part and usually took between 30 and 45 minutes to reach.
Sometimes we took friends along with us - 5 or 6 of us sat in the back of a van!
|My brother is on the right|
In the summer we might call into a pub for a drink. Children didn't go into pubs back then so we used to sit in the beer garden ... or sometimes we'd sit in the van with the doors open. And if you were hungry all that was on offer was a packet of crisps, salted peanuts or pork scratchings (yak to the latter).
And we would have a bottle of pop - with a paper straw. Which collapsed after a few minutes or so. You had to keep tearing the soggy bit off.
If you weren't careful the straw got too short to reach the drink!
In winter we often went to Clumber Park and walked through the conifer woodland. We could walk for hours and we very rarely saw anyone else. I loved those walks.
I remember those red shoes - they gave me terrible blisters. That is when I learnt that if you have wide feet you need a good fitting shoe.
When I got older I appreciated that my Mum had always made me wear 'proper' fitted shoes for school. And had refused to buy me heeled shoes ... I realise now how awful young girls can look in them.
There are a lot of other things my Mum didn't allow me to do, that I may have begrudged at the time but am now very thankful for.
You only realise these things as you grow up and sometimes only when you have your own kids...
...or am I thinking of that moment when you hear your parents sayings coming out of your mouth?
Well you wouldn't know I'd struggled to think of what to write would you? I do ramble on sometimes...
I heard that comment of 'only sometimes?'
Thanks for popping by,