All my young life my happy place was in Grandad’s front room.
Our lovely Granny lived in her bed there (she had multiple disabilities and it’s just where she lived, just like in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory I suppose…totally normal to us)
Grandad would often be sat on the floor, back to the fire where the butter would be melting on top.
We would play draughts and scrabble mastermind, cards and frustration. He was a riot of funny jokes. Snooker and horse racing would be on the telly. We ate ice cream wafers (a lot.) He was generous and kind and truly one of my very best friends. He called me his Becky Blue Eyes. He always welcomed my friends, he taught me right from wrong and he loved me to pieces.
It was warm, worn, welcoming and cosy. It was another home.
I always felt loved there, safe and happy. I often drift back there in my mind. How lucky I was. I visited nearly every day.
A more recent happy place for me is the secret garden my husband created,tucked away in a little corner. I can sit here and drink my coffee in secluded peace and just pause a while. I love it.
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Jen from Love Chic Living
Amanda from The Ana Mum Diary
Chris from Thinly Spread
to show you their Happy Place (and anyone else who fancies joining in of course!)
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What wonderful memories of your grandparents, a truly wonderful happy place to be surrounded by family.
That is so lovely Becky. That took me right back to my grandparent’s house which held so many happy memories for me growing up. I love your secret garden, I could do with one of those
Gorgeous post. My happy place at the moment is this blog, because every time I come and read your posts I leave with a big smile on my face! Your Grandad sounds brilliant, Becky, you must have so many fond memories of him xx
This does remind me of my Little Grandad. Isn’t is funny how we can remember so well being happy in places in the past. I love your secret garden, we must have a cuppa there this summer!
Oh I do love that secret garden. This is such a lovely idea for a series. I have always loved my grandparents as well. It’s so lovely to have a relationship with grandparents – such wonderful memories.
Awww lovely Becky. Your grandparents sound wonderful. xx
Ahh such wonderful memories Becky! Your grandparents sound like such fun people.
I love your new little garden oasis too, so calming.
Oh the butter melting on the fire reminds me so much of my Aunt Christine’s house. My Grandpa lived with us and was amazing. Older folk really do have such an impact on our formative years.
I adore your secret garden too. Mine is not so secret and in need of a little TLC. Thank you ever so much for joining in
It is wonderful that you have happy memories from visiting your grandparents. My grandparents lived too far away to visit regularly but I did love the visits we did make and remember sitting in the conservatory feeding the tame blackbirds who would hop in.
Such happy Memories, your Grandad sounds like he was a real character! Love your garden too, very pretty! 🙂
SO BEAUTIFUL! One of my happy places is in my grandmother old house. Unforyunately that hoes doesn’t exist anymore and that makes me feel really sad 🙁
What a lovely post and a great idea.
It is amazing how much our grandparents can have such a profound affect on our lives.
Thanks for sharing your happy place.
Ahhhh Becky. I can see why your secret garden is one of your happy places.
I feel the same thinking back to my my nans flat, I’d spend a week at a time there in the summer holidays – so many happy memories x