I have posted before about the wonderful summer holidays I spent with my Grandparents in Brighton when I was young. One of my favourite places to go was "The Rockery" in Preston Park I hope they don't mind but I have borrowed their picture to illustrate my story. It was (and hopefully still is now they have done some restoration on it) a wonderful place with lots of secret pathways, waterfalls, stepping stones, bridges, fish and plants. Let's flashback to when I was five or six years old. In the picture you can see the main big pond with stepping stones across it. Do you see that third big stepping stone that sticks up slightly above the others? My Granddad and I started out across the stones and we got to that one. "Hold my hand and I will help you onto it" said Granddad. "No, no!" said I "I can do it all by myself!" "Alright" said Granddad. Next thing people heard was an almighty splash and there was I in the water wedged between the two stones - it seems I was not as independent as I thought! My humiliation did not end there. My Grandparents didn't drive and I had to go home on the bus, soaking wet with weed in my hair. Once I was home and dry I insisted on going straight back there to try again and this time I held onto Granddad's hand very firmly!