Earlier today I met up with my brother and we went walking in the local countryside...we don't have to travel far from Doncaster to find some good walking country and beautiful villages.
It's been a few years though since I've been walking in the limestone ridge country in the far west of the borough near my childhood home in Thurnscoe. The route, about five miles I suppose, brought back happy memories for both of us; however I was hoping to take the opportunity of our time together to have a serious conversation with my brother, but I never got the chance...always something else to talk about.
He still lives at home with our parents and I wanted to ask him about his plans for the future as they approach their declining years; but the moment was never right.
