Happy Safe Days

I grew up on a small farm called Rams Green, St Mary Hoo, on top of a hill over looking the sea... I think its now called Fenn Croft.. Those were the happiest days of my life. I often dream about playing on the marshes, riding my horses, going on picnics to Egypts Bay... In the holidays my mother would wake up and us kids were gone! She wouldnt worry as the area was so safe and everyone knew us. Even when we were locked in with snow, we loved it..cosy by the blazing fire...but having to go out and get logs wasn't much fun..lol I miss those days and wish every day that I could turn back time. When I die I want my ashes tipped onto the marshes so I can roam about...bit weird but it's the only way I'm ever going to go home! 1979-1989 oh happy days. Now I live in the Middle East...big difference, but I live on a small island...like the small village I will love forever. If you are thinking of moving there, good luck to you, you will be happy.