Wednesday, May 29, 2013
I can't count the number of times we have walked round the duck pond in recent years...lots and lots of times,it's our place,mine and Chips,we watch the seasons come and go,we have taught ourselves about the different types of ducks that we see,we have found secret paths,we have sat and waited for trains to pass by,we have sampled the cafes buttery flapjack more times than perhaps we should have and still we like it up there.
Today we did all the usual stuff,it was a drizzly rainy day but this didn't stop us having a good time and as we reached the swans we decided to take a different turn.
I followed Chips and we saw this water
and I had a complete flashback of a memory.
Just. Like. That.
For one moment I went back years.
I could remember the sound of the water and look of the stream and the small waterfall and I could remember my aunt and uncle taking me to this spot 'to see the horses'
I bet I would have been perhaps under five years old.
I cannot describe how strong and sharp and how sudden that memory was.
It just came from nowhere
Pretty unreal to be honest.
I stood looking at the water and the words 'going to see the horses' rang in my head.
And just up in the nearby field,hidden by the trees are some horse riding stables....
Has anyone else got anything similar to share?
Hours later this is still playing on my mind,I think it was the sound of the water that did it and when I look at that photo I think eek,not a totally bad eek but a eek all the same!