Jumping puddles
Aug 3rd, 2006 | By admin | Category: Personal ColumnsThe puddle has gone.
I walked across the road to check. There used to be a rut cut into the verge by cattle lorries swinging wide to turn into the farm lane. Their weight cut it deep and packed it hard. When the rain came it lay there, maybe six inches deep.
It was a puddle sufficiently deep to command the interest of small boys. I remember standing there one Sunday evening, feeling sick in the pit of my stomach. The school summer holidays, that had promised to last forever, …