Having kept the MS gremlins at bay over the past week with a deft combination of meds and white wine, they have now rallied their forces and are giving me, in the common vernacular, a good kicking.
I am so so tired and disorientated I can't even think straight, but in a nutshell....
Wedding wonderful - very moving and well worth all the travails to get there. Felt rather like a prodigal daughter coming back home. I have a somewhat tortured relationship with my place of birth, courtesy of a difficult childhood which culminated in a traumatic family experience, and following my move down south there were many years when I would rather have gnawed off my own leg rather than return.
However, as I flew in to land at Edinburgh Airport, passing over the Forth Road and Rail Bridges, I felt strangely emotional, and even had to wipe away a few tears. Although my stay was brief, it was very cathartic.
Holiday also wonderful.
Was met at Newquay Airport by PP and frenzied Small Dog, who appeared to be made entirely of wag. Holiday house amazing with hot tub and everything. Short walk to beach where hunter-gatherer PP (aided by Small Dog and I) harvested a kilo of fresh mussels for dinner one evening. Cornwall is a very beautiful county, with a justifiably famous coastline and it was good to rediscover old haunts. It's a long way from Hastings though, but thankfully the 7 hour journey home was blissfully uneventful.
Small Dog has been busy since our return, carefully checking the whole house and garden for alien incursions. She has rigourously reclaimed all of her nap spots and has been hard at work catching up on her sleeps.
But here, for your delectation and delight, is Small Dog's favourite bit of her Cornwall experience.......
6 comments:
I really enjoy your turn of phrase, and I understand your feelings, returning to the place you grew up. I feel like I have stepped back in time a bit, almost in another world when I go back to Tassie. I love to see my relatives but I am torn between the two places, having lived in Sydney for most of my adult life. I visited Edinburgh many years ago and would love to return, in a way that felt like home too, knowing some of my ancestors came from that area of the world.
Looks like small dog is enjoying an icecream.
Glad that your trip went so well! I too have MS - and find that as long as nothing more serious occurs - it takes about 2 weeks to recover from something like a week-long trip...it's a bit of an exchange isn't it? A glass or two of wine sounds great - be gentle with yourself and have one for me! :)
Glad you had a good time. I know what you mean when you say the gremlins get you, they do me too. I DO pay for whatever I do.
Small Dog looks happy. it's either a healthy carrot stick she is gnawing... or a not so healthy ice cream cone. No prizes.
Love
Sue
x
Margaret.......
Everyone, somewhere, probably has a Scottish relative. We're very good at not staying in Scotland!
Cate.......
2 weeks sound about right. And a glass or wine is practically medicinal in the circumstances!
Sue.......
Payback time ALWAYS catches up on me. With regard to Small Dog's special treat, does the word 'Roskilly's' mean anything to you?
No...what's one o' them then?
S
Sue.........
http://www.roskillys.co.uk/
Mmmmmmmmmm
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