Back home (sort of)
I went with the family to Aylesbury yesterday. Among all the other goings on of the day we stopped for coffee at the refectory of St. Mary's church. Lots of Fairtrade goodies and some of the best soup (Stilton and Leek) I've had in ages.
I showed Freya the inside of the church and we enjoyed walking around the far from gloomy graveyard. It was only today that I made the connection that this was the church where my parents were married.
I used to live in Aylesbury many, many years ago; but most of my memories revolve around playing in the dead-end street where my parents' house was. In a town not know for it's attractive corners, this was an area I was glad to revisit.
I showed Freya the inside of the church and we enjoyed walking around the far from gloomy graveyard. It was only today that I made the connection that this was the church where my parents were married.
I used to live in Aylesbury many, many years ago; but most of my memories revolve around playing in the dead-end street where my parents' house was. In a town not know for it's attractive corners, this was an area I was glad to revisit.
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