us on a mystery trip, but by the direction he is taking us, I’m thinking it may be the Lake District .
It’s only just over an hour’s drive from home and it is the favourite place of all the family.
My father opens the roof and windows when we leave the motorway and the summer breeze feels lovely on our faces. We park at Tarn Haws and Dad carries the picnic basket to the side of the tarn. We all carry a chair each, a small one for Simon, and settle down to watch the swimmers in the water. The sun is really hot and we spread sun cream first, over Simon, and then ourselves. Simon loves his sun hat and we have a hearty lunch from the basket. I know my dad loves to swim and in no time at all, he is under his towel, struggling into his swimming trunks.
I have brought Simon’s little trunks and he wants to follow dad into the water. I persuade him to wait until dad has had a swim, and take him in myself for a paddle. He shrieks with laughter as he splashes me and I splash him back. He loves the water. I sometimes take him to the swimming baths and he has a good idea what to do in his armbands. There is an island in the middle of the tarn and my father always swims there and back. He is a strong swimmer and I remember when I was a little girl, crying because I thought he could not get back. He is now returned to the shore and he is ready to play with Simon. I leave them together and return to where my mother is sitting watching us.
“How was your date last night?” She asks.
“Fine.” I say non -committedly.
“Oh I think David is very attractive and how great he is with Simon.” My mother continues
“You’re just fishing,” I say “but I am confused about my feelings for David. I do love and respect him but I do not feel ready to have a relationship yet until Simon is older.”
“I think Simon needs a father figure and David seems to be his idol. He was telling me last night how he loved the visit to the house by the reservoir. All about the birds and the baby grebes and the duck that waddles its tail.” My mother says laughingly.
“I know I have to consider Simon but I have to be sure of my own feelings for David. He doesn’t deserve to be second best and my memories of Taj still disturbing my dreams.” I reply
“You can’t live in the past, you are lucky to have someone who is living and caring, especially how perfect he is with Simon.”
“I know mum and I mean to ring him tonight to make another date, so I’ll let you know how I get on.”
Chapter 20
Dad and Simon are on the horizon, coming from the shore to our place in the sun. Simon is chatting away to his granddad, pointing out something of interest
Simon has seen.
When we return home, dad carries Simon into the house as he has fallen asleep in the car. We have had a hearty meal on our way home and Simon is ready for bed. I undress him gently and after putting him in his pyjamas take him to his bed. Thinking “He can have his bath in the morning for once.”
I go downstairs and open a bottle of red wine for the three of us. We settle on my settee and comfortably enjoy the warm feeling our day in the sun has given us.
“Simon is a dream of a boy.” Says my father. “I wish I could have met his father.”
“Me too,” says mother. “Why do you not talk about him Sarah?”
“It has been too painful,” “But I think I should perhaps tell Simon about him, what do you think?”
“I think you should tell us about him, and then we can answer any questions that Simon may ask us, after you bring the subject up.”
“Dad and mum, I love you both so much but I have been so sad at the loss of Taj, and I have been feeling so guilty about my friendship with David, that I don’t know what to think or do.”
“Come
It’s only just over an hour’s drive from home and it is the favourite place of all the family.
My father opens the roof and windows when we leave the motorway and the summer breeze feels lovely on our faces. We park at Tarn Haws and Dad carries the picnic basket to the side of the tarn. We all carry a chair each, a small one for Simon, and settle down to watch the swimmers in the water. The sun is really hot and we spread sun cream first, over Simon, and then ourselves. Simon loves his sun hat and we have a hearty lunch from the basket. I know my dad loves to swim and in no time at all, he is under his towel, struggling into his swimming trunks.
I have brought Simon’s little trunks and he wants to follow dad into the water. I persuade him to wait until dad has had a swim, and take him in myself for a paddle. He shrieks with laughter as he splashes me and I splash him back. He loves the water. I sometimes take him to the swimming baths and he has a good idea what to do in his armbands. There is an island in the middle of the tarn and my father always swims there and back. He is a strong swimmer and I remember when I was a little girl, crying because I thought he could not get back. He is now returned to the shore and he is ready to play with Simon. I leave them together and return to where my mother is sitting watching us.
“How was your date last night?” She asks.
“Fine.” I say non -committedly.
“Oh I think David is very attractive and how great he is with Simon.” My mother continues
“You’re just fishing,” I say “but I am confused about my feelings for David. I do love and respect him but I do not feel ready to have a relationship yet until Simon is older.”
“I think Simon needs a father figure and David seems to be his idol. He was telling me last night how he loved the visit to the house by the reservoir. All about the birds and the baby grebes and the duck that waddles its tail.” My mother says laughingly.
“I know I have to consider Simon but I have to be sure of my own feelings for David. He doesn’t deserve to be second best and my memories of Taj still disturbing my dreams.” I reply
“You can’t live in the past, you are lucky to have someone who is living and caring, especially how perfect he is with Simon.”
“I know mum and I mean to ring him tonight to make another date, so I’ll let you know how I get on.”
Chapter 20
Dad and Simon are on the horizon, coming from the shore to our place in the sun. Simon is chatting away to his granddad, pointing out something of interest
Simon has seen.
When we return home, dad carries Simon into the house as he has fallen asleep in the car. We have had a hearty meal on our way home and Simon is ready for bed. I undress him gently and after putting him in his pyjamas take him to his bed. Thinking “He can have his bath in the morning for once.”
I go downstairs and open a bottle of red wine for the three of us. We settle on my settee and comfortably enjoy the warm feeling our day in the sun has given us.
“Simon is a dream of a boy.” Says my father. “I wish I could have met his father.”
“Me too,” says mother. “Why do you not talk about him Sarah?”
“It has been too painful,” “But I think I should perhaps tell Simon about him, what do you think?”
“I think you should tell us about him, and then we can answer any questions that Simon may ask us, after you bring the subject up.”
“Dad and mum, I love you both so much but I have been so sad at the loss of Taj, and I have been feeling so guilty about my friendship with David, that I don’t know what to think or do.”
“Come
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