21 July 2020

Returned to the Wirral to visit Dad for the first time since lockdown. Molly, his ageing cocker spaniel, was extremely furry (and pleased to see me).

About 20 years ago, I bought dad a Swiss Army knife. A few months later, he saw it fall out of his pocket as he was working in the garden, but couldn’t find it in the undergrowth. We often reminisced about the knife. Last week, while digging in the garden, dad found what’s left of it.

Dad’s Swiss Army knife

Richard Carter

Richard Carter is a writer and photo­grapher living in Hebden Bridge, West Yorkshire. He is currently working on a book about looking at the world through Darwin’s eyes.Website · Newsletter · Mastodon · Facebook

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