Promenade by Nina Campbell
Until they could buy their own home my parents rented the ground floor of a once grand Victorian home. Every night our school clothes for the next day would be set out on a chaise longue in the long, wide hallway. Upstairs lived three of my great aunts happy to be visited whenever boredom struck, patiently playing simple card games with us or explaining the fielding positions as we watched cricket on a tiny grey and white screen.
The garden had an apricot tree and a lemon tree … my dear, sensible Dad always seemed to be mowing the lawn, slowly and carefully, I can still hear that summer sound …
I saw this wallpaper by accident about four years ago and finally bought a few rolls last year, now at last the time has come to put it up on one of the living-room walls but which one? the window wall I think, next to the bright pink one.
I do know I’m being too nostalgic, too sentimental but I don’t care!
and I think (hope) my Dad would have liked it too and understood …
wishing you a happy weekend, in the garden or not
and all good things in the week ahead