Sixty in Athens
For Mum's sixtieth we headed to Athens. We had planned to take her skiing, something she really wanted to do one more time. There was a real determination in it, a sense of just once more before closing that chapter.
For Mum's sixtieth we headed to Athens. We had planned to take her skiing, something she really wanted to do one more time. There was a real determination in it, a sense of just once more before closing that chapter.
With the job at the Bat Conservation Trust taking me into London a lot more this year, one of the unexpected joys has been the galleries. Wandering through rooms with Mum talking about brushstrokes and colour palettes, like when I was younger. Good for her too, it takes her mind off everything else for a while...