We used to go for walks together here with Mum. It is also the site of the first egg rolling championships. It's near Harewood House and somewhere I take my children now. You can see for miles and miles. We scattered Mum's ashes here, but I don't remember much about that.
Usually I don't ponder the significance when I'm there but the last time I went was Mother's Day. I walked with a lump in my throat. I had wanted to take a picture of the view but there were loads of people milling about so I couldn't get a good shot.
My Sister took this picture last week and sent it to me. The bench wasn't there when Mum was alive. I like to think it's somewhere she would have sat looking over her favourite view and thinking.