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‘Sploring…..

Mum, Dad and I headed off to Anglesey, an island off the North Welsh coast, for a week recently. A thoughtfully equipped bungalow, nestling above a beautiful bay, gave us a cosy foundation and we had a grand week ‘sploring.

We were on the east coast of the island and the peace there is unique. Friends from North Wales came to visit and we also visited friends who live there (lucky souls). No SatNav in the car was a gift, because with much laughter and lots of ‘How about going left, or right?’ at different junctions, gave our ‘sploring a magical touch.

Dad got to rip it up on his scooter on various promenades and he went steam train riding with a buddy. Mum, a friend and I discovered a wonderful knitting shop in a tiny fishing village, where it’s possible we covered her takings for the day. We had ice creams, yummy meals and a memorable lunch by a lake in the middle of nowhere. Mum and I went beach combing, collecting treasures for my creations. Farms, bays, a lighthouse, little islands, estuaries full of yachts and boats and happy pausing places for coffee and hot chocolate were discovered along the way.

We had time together creating heart memories and that is the greatest gift. ❤ Our 'sploring added a different dimension to it all! ❤

Rainbow colours……

Dad and I at the Railway

At lunch today Dad asked if I would like to come along with Mum and go to his model steam engine club’s ‘Track Day’. The first words out of my mouth were ‘My hair is filthy Dad, full of sawdust and paint, have you got time for me to have a quick shower?’ He nodded and I flew upstairs and was back down in ten, complete with wet hair, assuring them both that it would dry in the wind. It did!

Dad’s club track is in some old woods and as we drove up the climbing farm track to reach it we stepped back in time. The club’s track, workshop and clubhouse are nestled around old Oak and Horse Chestnut trees and beautiful lily filled ponds at the top of fields with sweeping views across the countryside. We all had a wonderful afternoon walking round, meeting and talking to club members, looking at beautiful model steam engines and locos, sharing mugs of tea (Bob ringing a bell to announce the urn was up to steam) as we all rode engines around the track. Picture a lot of beaming men playing with trains and you have a good idea of the happiness emanating out of those woods this afternoon.

The sun dappled through the leaves and I now have treasured heart memories of riding behind Dad as he drove us round on a loco and Mum took ‘action’ shots. It is years since we did this together and it brought back the steam sounding memories and the coal smells of my childhood.

Delicious cups of tea too, as only men in sheds can make….

Rainbow colours….Happy Father’s Day.

Spirit, character and the blessing of unconditional love….

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Rain, rain, go away, come again another day. No? Oh well nevermind then, life carries on regardless.

On Monday I walked down the long and winding driveway between showers to meet my Mum and Dad in the country lane, so I could show them the way to my new little home. It is such a treat for us all to be able to get together and spend time like this. There has been so many years where we have lived thousands of miles apart, reliant in the early days on telex machines with ticker tape to keep in touch, right through to now when mobiles and emails link us.

Lately we have the joy of face to face visits.

They love my new home and we had a special time together. Mum tucked all sorts into my cupboards and a lovingly homemade Shepherd’s Pie was popped into my oven for us all to have lunch.

There have been many times when plans went upside down and they have had to invent new dance steps to unexpected songs being played out in their lives. That spirit and character from each of them has forged a bond that positively hums with energy and has given them the wisdom of ‘knowing’ the unspoken. New dances have been invented with love, grace, dignity and sheer hard work.

‘It’s like a retreat here’ said Dad finally after lunch. ‘Yes, it is’ I replied ‘that is exactly what it is. I can make a new life here Dad.’ We all smiled at each other. Then we headed off to sample the delights of the little medieval town that I am blessed to live near.

Mum and Dad ‘get’ why having the barn so near to my home matters to me.

‘Our’ farmer is a gentle soul and I often watch him leading the cows around here. He silently walks a few paces before them and they all drop into single file and follow him wherever he leads. I like him. As a backdrop to this week there has been much activity in the barn and it culminated with the equipment that was used being transported away today. You could feel the peace re-settle again. There were strangers in the mix during the working days and one is particular could be heard above the other men. There was anger in his voice and I picked it up instantly, as did the herd. I could ‘feel’ and hear him being rough and sharp with the animals in the barn and all week there has been a spiralling circle of distressed noises, smells and fear emanating from the hubbub.

As the sun was setting tonight, I walked out for a breath of fresh air. Down at the far gate I took pictures of the sunset and stood listening, in the cold evening air, to the kestrels on the hillside and the crows calling back from the trees. I heard a hoof on wood and looked up to see the herd going past my ‘usual’ gate and one was waiting there for me. I walked across to stand before a lovely gentle, about two years old, heifer. We stood together under the trees in the evening gloom and nattered for a while. I was asking her what on earth had happened to them all this week and she was snorting her replies. Her companions gathered around her for a little while, adding their comments. As they all started to move away she gave my hand a ‘raspy’ kiss with her tongue and with a dip of her head she headed off. A young steer, just behind her, stepped forward to rest his head on my outstretched hand, then he too walked off with his buddies. They have all stuck together and whatever they faced this week, they have retained their love, grace and dignity.

I love you Mum and Dad. ❤

Home comforts, re-kindled memories and love….

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Lavender sachets in the wardrobe,
Family pictures on the cabinet,
An angel card arriving from my brother,
Fluffy towels,
A pink rose on my pillow,
Mum gifting perfumes and jumpers,
A glass angel hanging in the window,
Thoughtful books placed by my bed,
Home cooking and the yummiest sandwiches,
A sparkly cushion, from my frilly friend, on the bed,
Laughter with my sister (her funniest comment: that she has socks older than the managers she deals with at work),

Then a ‘blast from the past’….

Dad (a precision engineer) calling out from his workshop ‘Can you get on the other end of this Nane?’
The other end being a very heavy boiler (with handles attached), that needed dropping into a new engine chassis (he makes steam engines),
We tried…
We called for help from over the road and Matt, with youthful muscles, came to the rescue,
We all lifted,
To me, to you….
It needed dropping into a precise position…
I looked up and recognised my Dad’s facial expression….something had been forgotten!
We all backed up,
The side plates were removed from the chassis,
We all lifted again,
To me, to you,
It dropped into place.

Many memories of standing at gutter edges, open drain covers and other unmentionables….phrases floating up like ‘Is it coming through yet?’ ‘Any movement?’ ‘Any sign?’…I have learnt a lot at his side.

Mum came back home this afternoon…’How have you got on? Cup of tea, piece of cake?’

Love. X


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