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Hi Lynn, Yes, it was Hartshill Hayes. A lovely place ........ Gwynne

aww Gwynne, wonderfull memories are so special, something no-one can ever take away Where did you go, was it hartshill, i took my friend Pow there a few years ago, and she thought the grass was blue from the distance, we had a wonderful day, but will never forget her face, when she saw the ' blue carpet ' xxLynnxx

thats beautiful gwyne - glad you had such a . special day with your dad. a family day to treasure. love lorraine xxx

Gwynne, So pleased to hear he is still keeping you on your toes, looks like you made his day)) I bet the other residents are having their ears bent today.!!.

I know the feeling Gwynne Took my camera to my ruby wedding do thought oh never minds others will take pics they have camera, nobody only my D I L took pics and they didnt come out right Never mind as you say have memory's in my head Linda xx

Hi Linda, As usual no camera when I most needed it but I have very strong pictures in my head that I'm sure will stay there forever. Gwynne

Gwynne What a lovely time you had and what a lovely memory to cherish did you take any picks to save Linda

Awww Gwynne how lovely :-) What a great day you all enjoyed and what a wonderful memory to add to the other ones.

As my friends here know my Dad (aged 97) decided to go into a nursing home last summer because, even with our support and carers calling 4 times a day, he felt unsafe at home. We were very lucky in the home we chose and he is as happy there as it is possible to be under the circumstances. Every Sunday afternoon our son joins us and we go to see Dad to spend the afternoon with him or take him for a jaunt. The Grange is very close to a country park so we have spent a lot of time there. It was a lovely day here yesterday so we had thought to take Dad to a National Trust house for tea and scones but he wanted to go over to the country park to see the bluebell woods. There are wheelchair trails in the park but not in the bluebell woods. Undaunted we set off like intrepid explorers in search of El Dorado. The bluebells were truly beautiful, thousands and thousands of them in ancient woodland like blue mist washing around the tree roots. Our path was not easy, there were fallen branches and roots which caused a few problems but OH and son managed to hump and crash the wheelchair through the obstacles. Dad kept saying, “I’ll get out for this bit”, but my menfolk were having none of that so Dad was jolted and bumped along the path and soon we were all laughing so much we had tears pouring down our faces. This attracted strange looks from the occasional group walking towards us, which only added to our hysteria. We emerged triumphant at the end of the woods and we parked Dad by a bench at the top of a hill with a wonderful view of the countryside. We recovered our equilibrium and spent a happy hour or so talking over shared memories of happy times together. It will be nine years on Wednesday since we lost Mum but I really feel as though she was with us in spirit yesterday laughing along with us. Gwynne

two weeks later, I remembered the camera