This talk of dramas and plays, reminds me I had taken part in a little Theatre group for kids, and I could not take it seriously. We did one play, miming throughout, and I was to mime giving one of my Xmas prezzies to a neighbour, who, for some reason I can't recall, had none.
I wispered, "it's a bomb", and got the giggles.
Sam was a brash sort of Cocker Spaniel, filled with bouncy energy. He did not actually live the family home, but with a rellie, let's say.
Also my father built our cement swimming pool, drain and filter, painted 'pool blue' too.
One day, Sam's owner dives in and Sam, dives directly onto his back.
In the summer, at night, and the flood light was on, it was great just bobbing around the pool. I would have enjoyed it more with the light off.
Playing with the dogs. Balls, Frisby, tug-a-war with a stick.
Down the back, almost to the river, there was a large tree, with a wide branch which was almost at a right angle to the trunk, which I could sit astride and just take in the forest-like surroundings. Very peaceful.
& we had a big Mulberry Tree. I was forbidden to climb as high as my siibs, but, when I could get away with it, I did. I never fell.
We must have eaten half of what we picked before coming back to the house. Our hands and faces would be bright as beetroot pink with Mulberry juice. The Mulberries we brought back would go into 4L ice cream containers and frozen.
Recently I heard someone has turned frozen Mulberries into a commercial business. I wish I knew where to get some. I would really rather have a Mulberry Tree, but, that is not going to happen here, so if I could get some...I wonder why Mulberries are not as readily available as other berries?
I shall return!
🍇(near enough) in mouth.