Ruff around the edges, part twelve.
And as you can see, I’m in the park with this tree and singing birds.
They reminded me of the time when I used to have to walk from my grandmother’s house, which is where I spent most of my summers.
Up to and through a district called the Stream Fields – the Stream Fields was actually an old part of a mining community that went back to the eighteen hundreds.
So the trees, and the birds, Reminded me of that, and we used to take that walk to the nearest place where we could go to a local shop, post letters and actually catch a bus into the nearest City From my memory, that was about a mile and a half walk through the Stream Fields,
My grandmother’s little cottage was in a very remote location.
So, this tree and the birds singing reminded me of that distant memory,
#ruffaroundtheedges – part 12
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