I have been doing a lot of reflecting back during this move of ours.  Just makes you think of so many things.  When you find things that were put away that you forgot about.  When you find them again it is like a new treasure.  Photos, I love old Photos.  This was in my Gran and Granda's back yard.   My Granny holding me. The way that they are facing all you saw behind their house was rolling hills with endless moors.  You could get lost in the moors.  I remember when visiting my Granny I went for a walk with the dogs and I am so glad they were with me because, I was walking and walking and just enjoying the open space of the moors and before I knew it I was kind of turned around and I didn't really know which way to go.   But of course Sheila and Shemp my Granny's collies they knew the way.  I just said lets go home and I followed them.  It started to get a little dark and I slipped in what is brown and sounds like a bell?  DUNG?   When I was walking down the hill to the back door my Granny was watching for me she said she could smell me coming, hahhahaha.   She had me strip at the back door and right into the bath I went.  I had my Wellington boots on (Wellies as we Scots call them)  they protect you if you walk in something but when you slip and fall right into it that is another story.  All the family that was visiting thought it was so very funny.  That is my great memory of walking the moors behind my Gran and Granda's house.   That whole area now is all houseing developments.  My Gran loved her moors she is probably rolling in  her grave at the thought of her moors being ruined, by so called civilization.    

Happy night everyone!!