One of my fondest memories from childhood is when we spent our weekends in the wood felling trees.  When I say we, we were only kids, and you and Dad were doing all the hard work while we were off playing and exploring in the wood, wearing our BA slipper socks trying to keep our feet warm in our wellies.   The endless trips to and from the wood in the back of the trailer, sitting on the biscuit tin being bounced around like a jack hammer and then being tipped out at the end trying to hang on as long as we could.

Or the sheer terror in trying to work out how to explain Anthony was wet through from head to toe again, after falling in the water trying to cross a ditch for the 10th time.

Not having a care in the world, no track of time, just enjoying the scenery and each others company were wonderful times.

Thank you for the memories Uncle Doug, lots of love Shawn xx