Walk Two Hundred and Twenty-Nine – Along the banks of the Stour
A couple of very quick impressions, Lilijan with her pom-pom hat and Hugo hiding behind a tree clinging to the steep bank. If you’re walking by a river with a close friend that you haven’t seen for months, with mud, children, water, overhanging trees and hiding places, then drawing takes a rather low priority.
posted by Julie Oakley at Sunday, December 10, 2006
2 Comments:
A friend and I almost lost a 5 year old child in just such circumstances - he walked on the icy river in Oxford and fell through, just managing to clutch a few stalks of grass. Deep in chat with my friend, I suddenly had a horrid feeling of 'everything's too quiet - where's Henry'and raced back to look for him and I got to him just in time - he was too frozen to even call out. Pam was so thankful, she just about bought out a flower shop for me the next day.
Oh my goodness what a terrifying story - but thank goodness , for your presence of mind. My son Hugo slipped into a gravel pit lake when he was about seven on a walk once, but luckily he was ahead of us, so we saw him and fished him out in time.
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