Dad

Following on from Cliodhna’s post about the cows, it’s one of my favourite memories. Cliodhna was 4, the last weekend before she started school we camped up in Wetton in the Peak district From the mud up dad’s back that Cliodhna said looked like Grandad had pooed himself to him telling Cliodhna that cowpats were chocolate cake, climbing up to Thor’s cave, cooking us breakfast. What a wonderful weekend and a beautiful memory.