Joy
Family for me
Family days
Memory making
Carefree
Activity
Flags on a sandcastle
Built at a beach
Joy to me is by the water
Memories of grandparents
And visitors from Essex
The best ice cream in the world
HOCKINGS!
Clotted cream and cockles shells
Dunes and pebble ridges
Northam Burrows
With grazing sheep and horses
The ponies take me to Dartmoor
To Exmoor
To Tarr Steps
Back we go to Instow
My school upon the Hill
Overlooking the estuary and ocean
Down on the beach
Building a car out of sand
A sand sieve for a steering wheel
With shells for lights
And pebbles for tyres
Seaweed detailing
All time with the cousins
We live so far apart
Yet claim this time
For all of us
To savour
To hold
Time with the Elders in the park
A wee turret
"I'm the king of the castle!"
With a reply of "Get down you dirty rascal!"
I stay at their house
Just the once
But it is a time
Of Ovaltine and gummy smiles
That shock me
The moment I become aware
Of what even are false teeth
As my Little Nanny
And Big Grandad
Laugh at my surprise
I remember them arriving
In their Orange Car
The BBQs
With sides of potato salad
Of tuna pasta and savoury rice.
The car pulling up
The kettle going on
I am taken to travels
Back up to family
The red lights of Membury
The road numbers by heart
The Water Tower
The fields of yellow rape
The old used to be windmill
Just after Little Grandad's allotment
Turning in
Pulling up
If morning the key in the hiding spot
Under the covered way
The smell of Sweetland's sausages
Engrained in my mind
Into the garden
The onions hanging
The coal shed
The cement path
Winding up the garden
The field beyond the boundary
If in the evening,
The door opened for us
The huge, great hugs
The step bag to take us on
How tall we've grown
How big we've gotten
Then back in the embrace
Ham huffers for eats
Pickled onions and wallies
The fire heat strength
Of the onions
Pickled to green spots that strong They make their own Nan dishing out a set amount So I don't eat the whole stock of them
Eating by the fire
The Ricicles in the cupboard for breakfasts
The apple juice from the coop
Strawberries - because they're Kayleigh's favourite
The picture I made hangs
Made of shells from the beach
A flower head of mussels
A stalk of a razor clam shell
The washy blue skies painted The comics saved from the paper to read when we visit Elbows off the table!! Everyone over for Sunday dinner at Nan's With her 4 rings, narrow sideboard, and average oven Yet feeds tens of people Whiskey in hand
The smell of the table protector as we roll it out The starting to crack and peel texture "How funny! Your foods never touch!" An early flag of my food based quirks Flags. Markers. Memories. Wunjo - the marker of Memory Lane
