yesterday my son was hankering to see his grandparents and nearby village, one of those sleepy deserted sussex villages with a few old flint houses, a pub, church, the ruins of an old manor house with a few ghosts probably, a small lake with a boathouse, watermill and at the top of the village, the magic playground.. where he went with his omi.. a swing, a slide underneath a big oak tree and carrying on further through a small wood and over the field our home. sitting there on this late sunny september afternoon, wished could rewind time. didnt occur to me at the time, how beautiful it was, it was just home