My poetry is not good but my memories are:

Swimming in the River with friends and family and tickling the bellies of the rainbow perch and watching them flick their tails in glee, then sitting around wrapped in a towel having sandwiches with cold minerals which have been cooled in the river tied to a rock and then going home tired and content to do it all again or for a day at the beach.

My memories are precious because all of my family are there and no one is missing and that makes them special but even when we do the family beach trip now there are always 2 towels laid out for the ones who are missing.


Jo