GETTING AULD

Can’t even get over a bit of a gate anymore.  There was a time when I’d tumble over the gate, head first, throwing the rest of the body over, like a rag doll.  Well nowadays, even though I pride myself in being fit like a fiddle, I tend to climb over the gate upright.  Could it be modesty (after all I was wearing a skirt)?  Could it be fear that I might break a bone or land on my head?  Or could it just “Auld Age”?  There we were, the two of us, holding on for dear life trying to get over a simple gate down the fields like a pair of grannies and not even one grandchild between us.

 

DSC_7338 (Medium)

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s