Misty water coloured memories...

It was such a beautiful morning today that I gave myself two options;
I could either mount a horse and sing 'Oh What A Beautiful Morning.' Like the fella from Oklahoma. Or I could take a walk around where I grew up and perhaps reminisce a little. Naturally I chose the latter, and although my early memories were of sunshine and rainbows, I don't remember soiled mattresses and spiked fences. Still it was nice and at one point I almost shed a frosty tear as I stopped to look at my old school the house where the six Labrador
puppies were born...