I'm quite sure that the earliest memory I have is in September, having a picnic lunch, in the Autumn sunshine, with my parents, by the side of a hedge, whilst Dad took a break from ploughing.
What I wonder though is this a real memory or something I've dreamt up? It could be my first memory as it would be before I went to school and those pesky older sisters of mine would've gone back to school. I was probably very glad to get rid of them and after the boisterous summer it was probably a real treat for me to have some undivided attention AND a picnic which is probably why it's etched in my memory.
No trouble remembering what happened to these apples. Lovely apple crumble and I even made lovely proper custard.
well, you always have been good at making apple crumble
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