These are a few of my favourite things.
We had a family day out to Belton House, home of the Moondial. We’ve got a lot of fond memories of being there, it’s one of our haunts (and was even one of mine, as I had a school trip there once when I was about 9), but for all the obvious reasons, we’ve not been for a couple of years. Last time, Fran was still little enough for endless games of dens in and out of the bushes; this year she could only just bring herself to play. You could see how much she wanted to.
Still, it was a lovely day and every one of these photos is a happy memory and something special from the day. Sometimes, I think I can almost see them, perhaps us, reforming around the wound. I can see that we’re 7 becoming 6 again. It’s just all these days would be so much better if that wasn’t true. I wish I could put my hand on the Moondial, spin around and find myself back in time.