Morning Walks
A Memory of Pyrford.
When I was 5 years old I broke my collar-bone bouncing off my Nanny's bed!
I was sent to the Rowley Bristow. My dad used to take me for walks in the morning along the river before my hospital appointments, we used to pick buttercups and shine them under our chins. These are special memories for me, as Dad died when I was 6. These walks were lovely 'together times' for us.
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