21st September 2019
It was fifty-two weeks today that we were married, and I cannot be with my wife on this special day. Although tomorrow is our actual anniversary, the Saturday is the special one.
I feel so much has happened in a year, and I have to pinch myself for what we’ve achieved.
I am so disappointed that I can’t be with her, and go to our favourite restaurant, which has since closed. Pereddies has been there ever since we’ve been together. Our guilty pleasure that carries a lot of memories. I have lost count of how many Lasagnas I have eaten, and bottles of J Lohr we had consumed.
I went for a walk around Barrington Court, and noticed the apple orchards laden with fruit. Even at the cottage, back home, the neighbours have apple trees they don’t seen to care about. The fruit drop off and roll down the slope. As kids “scrumping” was a sport, and you risked death to get a handful of Granny Smiths.
Maybe they are not so desirable these days, and if they’re not wrapped in plastic, they are not the real thing.
Blackberry picking was a weekend recreational event, sometimes the only one where families would work together to gather bowlfuls of berries to make jams or crumbles.
Thankfully the practice is still maintained by those who enjoy homemade food.
Another Lifetime to go 