If you ever see great clumps of webbing on nettles in the UK in July, they are likely to be the nests of these little guys, the caterpillar of the peacock butterfly. The first time I saw them emerging, almost like mini erupting volcanoes, was 2019. An incredible memory.
When you gather knick-knacks from around the house, arrange them prettily and photograph them; ready to design the cover for your first self-published work before sending it off into the world. A very scary, but proud memory.
My memory of Disneyland Paris was filled with happy times.
Patterns filled the rocks. Patterns filled the sky. Patterns covered the water.
I told Blue to get off my keyboard in lockdown. . .
Down a dirt track, and this was what I found at the end.They came running over!
I remembered a walk that left me with wonder. It was filled with beauty, hidden to the normal eye. You just had to look a little deeper, step off the path and look closer. There you will find what is hidden.
I remembered the accomplishment after I completed my walk around the wonderful Derwent Water in the Lake District. The scenery was just breath-taking.
Dad was part of the brine. And the brine was part of him.Cancer may have taken him, but it did not silence his courage.Memories don’t fade, they are still tangible to me. He wasn’t the best dad. Instead, he’d always be the best there ever was.
That marvellous feeling when you’ve just seen your first grandchild safely delivered.
Visiting Bempton Cliffs for the first time was an incredible experience. Most amazing were the Gannets. They have a prehistoric look anyway, but as they swooped and soared overhead and dived for fish, they reminded me so much of Pterodactyls. Absolutely stunning! This one’s up close.
One of the many happy memories of my grandson, Harry, who flew to heaven age 13. Harry loved the tv show ‘Mr Selfridge’ and that afternoon, along with his mum, we took afternoon tea at the store just before Christmas. Harry is holding a leaf he found in Hyde Park.