Okay, I admit it. I did not compose this blogpost on Saturday May 16th. That proved impossible as we were at a birthday party for seventy year old Trevor. We have known him, his wife Jane and their children for thirty six years. They lived across the road from us here in Banner Cross.
An additional but delightful obstacle to the usual rhythm of blogging has been grandchildren. Ian is up from London this weekend with little Zachary - our only grandson. He was born just a few days before Margot in the autumn of 2023.
There at the top the two cousins are in their dual control red sports car at Graves Park Animal Farm. Below Phoebe has donned one of my old Hull City shirts and is looking fierce - like a tiger. Hull City are The Tigers. I wore that shirt at The Championship Play Off Final in 2008 when we beat Bristol City to reach The Premier League for the very first time.
Below, the two year old cousins are still zooming down the motorway but not bothering to look at the road ahead.
And I love the next image from yesterday morning with big Phoebe leading the little ones down our street. Little do they know what the world has in store for them as they grow older and discover that it is not all as straightforward and sweet as they had once assumed. Never such innocence again.
Hopefully all three of them remember that walk hand-in-hand down the street!
ReplyDeleteAw. Such sweethearts. I hope life is kind to them. X
ReplyDeletePrecious pictures indeed!
ReplyDeleteYes, it's a sad day when a child says for the first time, "But it's not fair!" And they all seem to do it. And they're right. Life is not fair and I don't quite understand where we ever get the idea it is.