A fun-filled weekend Friday to yesterday when we got back.
I really should not be writing this as I have to submit my dissertation in September and I havent written a chapter yet. My Tutor is exceptional as well so I am laiden with ultra, ultra guilt at the moment. But I will Carry on typing - which sounds like an excellent title for another post!
I travelled to my Mum this weekend - 'Grannie'. It's been a difficult time this year and our historical relationship of up and downs. The last time we met was at the Zoo but before then I didn't see her for a short while. I enjoyed myself but two days isn't enough to unwind really especially with a 3 hour journey either side.
When I arrived we decided to go to the local. It's hidden away on a canal with a huge toddler sized football pitch, lovely trees and flowers. It was dry and my boy was free to run about, the sun shone and we saw 2 boats with the type of people you expect to see in boats on a canal. Unfortunately - no ducks! And my daughter is extremely-baby-just-turned-one clingy at the moment. But we certainly talked over all noise and put the world to rights..
We walked back and put the kids to bed then watched a rerun of Anne of Green Gables on cable. Later on we set up the sofabed and I brought the baby from her bed to sleep in with me.
The Saturday we all awoke chirpy. We were going to see the airshow but from a certain spot and not paid.
Mum made sandwiches and 2 flasks of coffee. And we set off for the day. Just a short drive and we parked by a school. We began to walk the many miles we would walk through a housing estate first. I like those 60s estates they chucked up all over the UK when the population exploded. They have green squares of grass, parks and local stores. The houses look big too. But I wouldn't fancy my front garden on display. There is an old fashioned community feel to the estates though. I like that.
Finally we found the entrance to the army firing range. A sandy, forest covering acres. And so began the tiring, close throttling of my nearly 60yo Mum (who once again has decided for the sake of saving £2 on a car park close to the airshow that walking with 2 kids one in wellies and one in a very non terrain built Bugaboo - oh come back enormous Mountain Buggy, 2 camping chairs, 2 heavy bags, a pop up tent and bag of sodden waterproofs - it became a mission to concur rather than abandon! The suggestion of abandonment came up several times. Mum went ahead and tracked the situation. Do we carry on? In all honesty I was ready to tell my Mother what a fucktard she was taking us fuck knows where, but on the wise advice of my SIL before leaving "bite your tongue and have a rollie" albeit a soggy one at that.
My toddler and I stood in the pissy, hard-pouring rain, baby unaware of the dire situation asleep in the buggy I had a chance to analyse life in general. As you do if you ever find yourself in these situations. What must it be like for those up kilimanjaro - fuck that. At least we were only a couple of miles away from life. But there just didn't seem to be much of it about, just a few mosquito's and annoying flies.
I imagined us being headlined on the news
"Three generations vanish without trace on Army firing range - possibly died in quick-sand... It is presumed that they were going to watch the Airshow from one of the hills but they never made it".
And the negative press at being out on a firing range with a ridiculous non-terrain buggy with two under three in dire weather conditions..
We hit the trail again. We saw people with a picnic box AND a toddler. Phew - we weren't the only nutters out, and then more people and after a few more hills, enormous puddles and rocks we finally reached the cold peak!
I popped up the tent, made it cosy, put the travel DVD on and my boy had a bottle of tea (decaf). He looked the happiest boy on the planet which made my heart a glow like ET's finger..
Mum and I sat in our camping chairs, ate the sandwiches and poured hot coffee with bits of powdered milk floating on the top and watched the planes..
Heaven.
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