Scenes from a funeral...

These images from `down the back' are etched on my mind. I grew up here. This is where I played as a child - although the bansaw wasn't there then. But I went for a wander after the service and took these snaps in a way to reinforce my memory. It'd be the last time I guess I'd have to just play about and explore like I used to. You were never bored at Mardy's. There was too much to play with there. Parent's now would be horrified at the things we got up to and played with and on. But parent's now have short memories. You know how you learn not to touch a snake or a red back spider? You find it for yourself and run away.

Trust me, somewhere in there is a fishpond. Posted by Hello
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