For this week’s Gallery Tara asked to see images from our Easter. It has become a family tradition that on Easter Sunday morning we go to the garden where my dad’s ashes were scattered.
It was one of my dad’s favourite places and we held No 1 Son’s naming ceremony here. We used to come here when we were kids, too, and it’s always felt quite magical – we used to imagine fairies lived here.
You can see the city from some parts of the park but trust me, when you’re inside the gates of this garden, you feel as though it’s a world away.