Down memory lane…

Walking back from the library this morning, I passed this beautiful pink waterfall, cascading down the stone wall…

And behind this wall is a big old house where many, many moons ago I used to go to nursery. Whenever I walk this way, childhood memories come flooding back. My most vivid memory is of growing mustard and cress “hair” in empty egg shells with faces drawn on them. It’s funny how I can remember what I did when I was four, yet I can’t remember what I did yesterday! The mind’s a funny thing…