The bridge at Kew Gardens.
We stood over the dark water and nibbled on salty chocolate. It is strange not to have the children with me, i think of them (almost) all the time we are apart, imagining them skipping ahead of us. Squabbling. Eating all the chocolate. They would have enjoyed watching the teenage swan stomp all over the coots, rubbery feet pining down indignant, wriggling bodies in the dash for treats.
We held hands (almost) all the day long.
1 comments:
Hi I used to live in Kew on the green, not the posh side. Did you take anymore lovely photos of the gardens.
Woofx
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