Last week we finally took Dad on a trip out. We've been meaning to do it for months, but either the weather wasn't right, or I wasn't free, or Mum was busy, or Ashgill's minibus had a puncture, or Joanne wasn't working. Of course, once we did it, we kicked ourselves about why we hadn't just gone ahead and done it before. It was easy in the end, because everyone helped out. Mark drove us over to the Botanics in the minibus; Joanne was so enthusiastic; and we had a great couple of hours pushing him round the gardens, getting him try and taste the herbs and smell the last of the sweetpeas; we wandered round Kibble Palace; and had a coffee sitting by the fish pond. I think he really did get something out of it. Different views, fresh air, a beautiful place, autumn colours. Maybe some residual memory of going there in the old days; maybe enjoying being with Mum & me. I was reminded not to take a change of scene for granted. I'm going to try and take him out more regularly from now on.
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