"We thought we were running away from the grown-us and now we are the grown-ups."
It’s 1982 and we’re running away from Daddy, down a country lane somewhere in the Black Forest. We were on holiday there in a caravan and we had a great time. We ran all the way down the lane and back to Mummy, who was very pleased to have us back. We weren’t being naughty, just being happy!
It’s 1987 and we’re on the run again! This time we’re running, jumping, hopping and skipping for joy. We’re on our way back home to Netheravon in Wiltshire where we lived whilst Daddy was in the RAF there. This is Fittleton, the next village along. Isn’t it pretty?
That’s enough running away; time to walk sensibly on the pavement.
This week’s Sepia Saturday has a picture of a man running away from a beach, and Mummy says it suggested that she post these picture of her two darlings. Mummy says to remind you all to run away and visit all the other nice people who have posted this week. Here’s a little picture of the big one Uncle Alan posted before he went away on his holidays. Mummy chose it and Uncle Alan did all the hard work putting it on the page, so Mummy says he deserves a holiday! It’s time for us to return to the photo album now before our grown-up selves find what we’ve been up to. Must run!!!