Caught a coach with their local community and neighbours to Runnymede on the Thames.
Went on a boat ride up the river, past Windsor Castle.
This isn’t Windsor Castle by the way!
But check out the Sunflowers!!!
Beautiful warm sunshine all the way
Had lunch on the boat.
Then the coach took us to Savill Gardens,
where Mum decided to chill and watch the world go by,
whilst Dad and I went for a lovely walk around the gardens.
The rose gardens were so fragrant!
The sun shone warm and bright.
Then we joined Mum and the others in the restaurant for a super Cream tea with fresh out of the oven warm scones.
And THE HEAVENS OPENED. It tipped down.
It stopped raining just long enough for us to wander back to the coach, but OH BOY! Did it ever wash the bus ! ! !
Both ways, the three of us sat at the back.
Typical Grays. We always do.
I mean, we did put the little waist safety belts on, but you always feel a bit rebellious when you ride at the back, don’t you….
Mum at the window in seat No. 1, Dad in seat number 3,
so he could stretch his legs down the aisle.
And me sandwiched between the two in seat No. 2.
When we got to Savill Gardens, Dad was struggling to get out of his seat. Really having a hard time getting up.
My heart sank. Mum has been having a hard time being mobile for a while, but Dad too? I was gutted to see him unable to get up.
“Ahh,” he said, “helps if you undo the safety belt first!”
And with that, unclicked and shot off down the bus like a whippet!
Silly sod. Had me worried there.
It was so fab spending a couple of days with them.
We all share the same sense of humour, and Dad is particularly dry.
So there was much hilarity, I can tell you.
When I shared the Youtube video comedy of Jethro and Mildred
with Dad on my I-phone, we were wheezing like two errant school kids up the back of the class.
But I must tell you about another highlight of the day.
I saw my very first Kingfisher in the wild.
It was amazing.
A flash of turquoise skimming over the water, glistening in the sun.
It was magical.
In fact, tomorrow, I think I will dig out my old Kingfisher stamp and pay tribute to the most beautiful bird on the Thames today!
(Apart from my Mum)
Love & Hugs,