Wren veterans at VE celebrations,
a visit to a Sir Christopher Wren inspired garden,
and a General Election.
It’s a real trip down memory lane for me returning to the
English countryside where I grew up.
1, I remember Wren…
I was a country girl living in a small Oxfordshire village.
Learning to ride my pony and cantering across these hills,
I had a spirited and young chestnut mare.
2, I remember Wren
I gave birth to my two daughters in Cheltenham maternity hospital.
They were easy uncomplicated births but
on the third day after Daughter No 1 was born
my car was stolen from the hospital car park.
It was eventually found in Brighton six week later…
I remember sobbing my eyes out
with our new baby and a policeman taking notes!
How things have changed.
You don’t get the luxury of a week in hospital these days.
Last weekend we watched (on the telly) Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge
leaving hospital eight hours after giving birth to
HRH Princess Charlotte Elizabeth Diana.
Kate looked amazing,
of course she had help
… and a few more policemen than I did.
Closer to home (my parent’s garden that is)
Mother squirrel finally brought her babies out for the world to see.
‘scuse me for the blurry photo.
