A little time in lincolnshire
Nothing brings me the feeling of home faster than the flat fields of Lincolnshire around the river ancholme and in April 2017 on my first day home in ages it's where I headed with little Ethan leading the way on his new bike.
It's family that make home so special and without them it just wouldn't be the same, and it's the little things, the simple things that make it. An afternoon playing golf on the small 9 hole course at Messingham with my boy Markie and his boy Ethan is as good as it gets.
We had a great day out at Elsham Hall where we followed the easter egg hunt around the park, fed the fish in the lake, fed the goats in the petting zoo and (one of us) did some significant hill rolling, running and climbing. Watching Ethan being a boy is like watching a re-run of his dad at that age.
We also found time to make the short trip to Scunthorpe for the Easter Fair where rides were had, the fun house was negotiated, dodgems were rammed not dodged and the inevitable fairground goldfish was won.
I think my favourite time of all was a simple walk along the river Ancholme from Hibaldstow Bridge to Cadney Bridge and back on the opposite side. Ethan ran almost the whole way and played with his new puppy Milo throughout. We walked and talked and Mark pretended to be a troll under the little footbridge, it was indeed as idyllic as it sounds.
All too soon I'd run out of time in Lincolnshire and Markie was driving me back to Doncaster for the train to London and a tough goodbye, but I had gathered another wonderful collection of memories of home and planned just one more day with Mark in London before I flew back to Canada, there were no pictures at all that day, it was just dad and his lad 'doing london' and made a perfect end to my trip home.