These yummo things called Yorkshire puddings are just a sensational addition to that perfect Sunday roast. I happened to mention them on facebook last week and my cook (hubby) kindly made them for me. My Mum and Nanna always used to have them with a roast. It was a must, a bit like a dumpling in a stew.
I used to always be in a tree, i would always have the best intentions to visit my friend but would climb up the trees that were in the local fields near our home instead. Up the tree tops i could sit and dream of this life that would be filled with fame and stardom. How much my young self didn't know about reality. BUT there is something meditative about sitting up in a tree, i miss it. I don't think i would go climbing trees now though.
I had a bike which i called Budgie, perhaps it was the brand? It was similar to this above except mine was metallic maroon and gold. I remember flying over the handle bars once. I'm sure most kids do. I got a mountain bike later on, had an accident on that too. I changed the gears while standing up, the pedals just fell from beneath my feet (so it seemed) and i was spinning round in circles. You can picture it can't you? It ended with my big toe ripped up by from scraping it on the road. Should have wore shoes that day.
I will always remember the trees around the neighbourhood. Climbing them was great and the willow trees would offer so much fun also. We would build cubbies underneath them. The ground would be swept clear from the long branches. It would be perfect to pretend it was our house. Willow trees are sentimental to me as are the chestnut trees because i remember the fun days where we would go and collect our conkers.