It's funny how childhood memories come back. When I looked at this squirrel standing there with his hands together, I remembered how we were told at school to put our hands together, eyes closed ready to say our prayers. What lovely innocent days they were! I had a lovely childhood as I lived in a small village where my father was a farmer - arrable farming. It was the days when the rag and bone man came round with his horse and cart and I used to give his horse apples because we had lovely fruit trees in our garden. Nowadays we are very suspicious of people who come round the village as I have had an email from our Neighbourhood Watch Coordinator asking whether we have seen another "tree surgeon" around as I reported one the other day because we had had a burglary in the village which involved the theft of a grandfather clock which would have meant the offenders probably had a van. The chap that came up my drive was very persistent and I had a job to get rid of him and did not step outside to see the tree he was talking about as he probably had another person with him who would have gladly stepped into the house to see what they could get. How times have changed and not for the better. We didn't even lock our doors back in the 50s and 60s. I just can't imagine not locking the doors now and I even do when I'm in the house.
