We've just returned from a sunny week in Essex, visiting Pat & John over Easter. The long drive down was eased slightly by the loan of Sam's DVD player, but the kids were great as ever. Once again I borrowed Olly's bike (knobbly-tyred variety this time) and on Tuesday morning I disappeared into the bridleways and byways of rural Essex while Pat took the kids for haircuts. Holly, meanwhile, was trying on a bridesmaid's dress her mother wore many moons ago. Back with the family in the afternoon, we had a lovely stroll around the bluebell wood in Rickling Green, pausing only to lose Louis temporarily in the woods. A stiff drink was required after that, so we lounged in the warm sun on the green outside the Cricketers and reflected on how odd it was, watching the kids running (and riding) around with not a care in the world on exactly the same bit of grass where Helen did the same thing in the seventies...
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