A couple of days before we made our way back to England, we decided to pop to my grandparents’ house to spend the afternoon with them. We usually go for long country walks with them, so we took Amy’s balance bike with us, but the weather wasn’t on our side, so we decided to spend time in the garden to not be too far away in case it started raining.
Amy loved my grandparents’ garden as much as I did when I was younger. She walked around the flower bets admiring the different petal shapes and colours, trying to sneakily pick some of them when my Nan wasn’t looking – she’s a brave one this girl.
I never dared to go anywhere near my Nan’s flower beds when I was little. I knew from quite an early age that they are somewhat sacred to her, so I stuck to digging up potatoes while my sister liked collecting dead leaves with my nan, making sure that everything looked pretty.