We were out last night with some friends talking about where we lived when we were all young (er) and It made me start looking at some old photos.
The pic above is in Cyprus, where we lived when my dad was stationed out there, I must have been about 6 here, with my sis, our uncle who would come over and stay, and a couple of friends.
I remember the sunshine, the pomegranate tree in the garden (the garden that was like a desert with not a not else apart from that tree in it), and I remember we went swimming. A lot. Either at the beach or this pool. Funny I can’t really remember this pool, but I remember all the beach’s we would go to.
This is even older, taken when we lived in Malta. (Again we were posted over there) My Uncle with us again. I’m the cute one in white…
The only thing I really remember about Malta is the block of flats we lived in, which had a flat roof and the washing would be hung out up there, and going out on the boats to the Blue Grotto
Found this pic of the grotto on Google…
Can you imagine living near there??
It always amazes me when people tell me they’ve lived in one place all their lives. (Mr D was born in the town we live now) I could never imagine it.
These photos make me smile, and think there were definately some advantages to being an Army Bratt…