Darwin and I walked slowly in our field as it was being heated by the midday sun. He had put his hand in mine voluntarily and as he gabbled on inanely my memories took me back to 1976. I wasn’t much older than he is now and I was wandering around the cobbled back streets of Preston looking for tar bubbles to pop on the scorching cobbles. When I look at images of the time it may as well be the Victorian ages. Time goes so fast doesn’t it?

It was hot but there was the promise of an impending storm. We stopped silent every now and then to try and listen for some distant rumbles of thunder but we would have to wait a while yet.

We ran in the flowers, climbed a small tree and Darwin picked daisies for me. I love summer.