I think a lot about you on my early morning walks, hey lets face it, I talk to you loads then too! Autumn time is virtually here, the leaves are falling, days getting a little chillier and there's blackberries in abundance which does make me burst in to a little song 'blackberries in the hedges are hanging ripe and good...' I remember at Icklesham in the kitchen we'd sing away, making our way through the hymns I was singing at school and Sunday school, your favourites All Things bright and beautiful, morning has broken, onward christian soldiers to name but a few lol...blackberry and apple pies made (my favourite), funny how as I was growing up I thought you loved cooking, wasnt till I was older you said how much you hated cooking, well Mum you always did us proud, cooked us lovely meals and pudds (we wont mention the flat sponges eh!).... Such a homely comforting, safe home you provided us with, proper cosy ... Ive been thinking bout that a lot lately, its made me realise that since leaving home Ive never truly felt that Ive had a cosy proper home, the flat probably comes closest but when it was just me and Rick, Im sad to think that perhaps Rick never felt he had a comfy cosy home, I wish with all my heart I could have given Rick the home and family you gave me, hopefully he had that through you too. xxxxxxxxxxx
