When We Were Wee
Having recently become a parent I have greatly thought about my own childhood, especially weekends and summers spent at my grandparents cottage in the countryside, a breath of fresh air to the concrete and pollution of central London. Until they retired they also had a flat on the other side of Primrose Hill to us – walking the whole way across the Hill when I was that young seemed like an adventure (especially when we stayed late for a special occasion and we walked home in the dark!), so the massive open fields of the countryside, fruit picking at the back of the local farm shop, fresh produce and finding out how brussle sprouts grow (to even bringing back a brussle sprout stalk to ‘show and tell’ at school the next day) was a whole new way of life I was experiencing. I remember being confused as we didn’t stop at red lights so often like home and going to the beach didn’t mean going on holiday. The snow set more crisp and there was always a fresh patch to leave your footprint or snow angel unlike at home where if it did set (more likely turn to mush), somebody had always walked across the whole pavement, leaving nowhere new to stamp your wellies. We could go to another country (France) and back in a day (?!?), me and my nan once went over just for a day shopping trip…
Side note 1: Anyone that knows Primrose Hill will know that it’s actually quite small compared to close by Regents Park and Hampstead Heath but walking over diagonally (up and over the hill) as a young child, was as nearly as adventurous as it got in London. Imagine how I felt when I did go to Regents Park or the Heath!
Side note 2: These grandparents are actually step-grandparents (but as good as, if not better than the real thing), my mum and stepdad started dating when I was 4 years old-ish and before this time both my other sets of grandparents lived in London so all of this was really new to me.
I often wonder if my own son and potential future child/ren will get these same experiences as I did. I was proud that I ate brussel sprouts at school Christmas dinners where as most of my class and school mates would turn their noses up in disgust. I loved packing for a weekend or summer holiday down there, I often knew most of what was happening but my Nan always made every visit special and would have some sort of surprise lined up.
I am blessed to say that they are still alive and neither look or act a day above 50 years old, taking cruises and long distance holidays to exotic locations around the world. My Mini Cheddar is 3 months old tomorrow and we have already stayed once at the cottage. We plan on going as often as we can, while we can…
Big Cheddar is completely on board, as I of his childhood memories in his family apartment in Spain. We’ve already planned our first visit once Mini Cheddar is a little older.
So there you go, some ramblings on my childhood, prompted by Sunday Scribblings.
Photo taken on iPhone in a field close to my grandparents cottage, Kent, Aug/2016
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