We set off on our journey
taking guidance from a campervan
to have ‘adventure before dementia’.
We pondered this for a while,
with a sense of melancholy
at what had gone before.
Discussed whether we two, too,
were genetically dispositioned
to head down this road.
We continued on our way.
Silliness ensued between us,
as it does.
Niamh, our calming sat nav,
took us down long, winding roads
until we reached our destination.
We had adventures, us and the pups,
in woodland, fields, castles and sea.
We sat outside beachside restaurants,
sipping lattes and eating ice cream.
We laughed as the zebras swooped
and hid our cones from the beady-eyed cling films
that tottered up and down the promenade,
feathery thieves awaiting a chance moment
to snatch the last bite from your hand.
“Zebras?” “Cling Films?”
Makes you wonder.
Jane Sandford 
Reblogged this on Graeme Sandford and commented:
As I was / am a part of this, I shall re log quickly before I forget what it was that I came here to do G:)
Lovely recollection of a short-term memory series of events that happened (I think) very recently 😉
A lovely set of words about a subject we all may get caught up in at some point! :o)
This is a true story – the word ‘seagull’ did not want to feature in my vocabulary that day! At least I held onto my ice cream 🙂
And not snatched out of your hand. Good move! :o)