Bluebells and rescued art.

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It has been a sad week. Our Mum passed away on Easter Monday and yesterday is the first day I can say that I have enjoyed anything. My youngest brother and I walked my dog “Monty” in the woods. The bluebells where so pretty and the perfume so strong it was almost intoxicating. We walked in silence most of the time while Monty galloped around, he is a dog that was born to run, and drank in the history of these ancient woods. Every time I go to the woods I am always taken back to the childhood outings I enjoyed with my two brothers, Picnics with my parents, and walks with Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles. It feels good to be here again. These particular woods are a firm Reminder of My Old dog” Buster”, I have seldom returned since his passing and I wonder why I have stayed away when we shared such happy walks together. I think I have maybe been afraid to be reminded of what is now lost. I will fear no more.