My dad died in October 2010 and after the funeral, my sister and her two children (4½ and 2½ months) were able to stay with me and my mum for some much needed family time. We took some day trips out to places we had been to with my dad, taking a picnic and creating more memories for us and particularly my nephew Oscar who adored his grandad Roger.
One place that particularly raised a smile was our visit to Chain Bridge. First the Honey Farm to see the bees and “Willie the Wasp’s” collection of vehicles and vintage items with lots of cries of “Roger had one of those” and a trip upstairs in the bus cafe before heading to the bridge. The wonder and sheer joy from Oscar that we could drive, and walk, and then RUN from one country to another.
He had lots of questions – is the border right in the middle of the river? Who decided this was the border? Where do the swans live at night? Do the fish sound different if they are Scottish or English? We couldn’t persuade him to leave until we had all ran from one end of the bridge to the other and back. He did it more than once!
