When the world was a happier place

Threading Together

When the world was a happier place and we were more inclined to travel, my husband and myself used to visit Crete every year, where we have friends. My Dad, sadly no longer here with us, would always give us a few ‘quid’ to buy our favourite Lobster meal, which we would enjoy in a beachside Taverna, watching the sun going down over the lapping tide. This work is my way of remembering him, his kindness, love, and care. Cheers, Dad

My Mum was a wonderful baker and one of her specialities was Blackberry and Apple Pie with custard. We had an apple tree and blackberry bushes in the garden, and she would send us children out to pick them. Then, later that day, we would have a tasty treat for our tea. I have often tried to bake a pie like my Mum, but it is never so good. Her pastry was as light as a feather and melted in the mouth. This is my tribute to my Mum, she loved me and taught me to love myself.

(Carole Day)