Denne Hill Walk 1/3/14
Bundled boys into the car Avoiding eye contact with neighbour cleaning car He most likely heard my shouts No dialogue just a stiff wave Head bowed shammy in motion Drive into centre towards old town Where are we going dad? Park between two transits On historic street leading to parish church Lucky to find a space on Sunday Youngest tells me I look like a tourist Large digital slr round neck Walk past the exiting churchgoers Daffodils swaying on the graves A delicious contrast in the sun Balloons tied to a gatepost Now starting to shrivel a little Youngest son darts away from the flag stone path Down to the stream Oh no exclaims eldest boy We stoop to pull him out Thick mud up to his thighs Forced to beat a retreat I drive home at speed Youngest tells mother I hate him I return to the historic street alone This time parking with ease Church has emptied out The bell strikes eleven as I round the Norman bell tower Daffodils sway...