On Friday evening we drove to Deal for a walk and then a curry at the little place facing the sea we like. It was a great evening, some stunning cloud formations and a few things on the beach to snap, and then in the curry house for king prawn damask or something along with special fried rice. All very nice I have to say, and then back in the car to drive home in the dark. And then we sat outside to watch the skies to try and spot a meteorite or two.
Not much happened on Saturday; we went into Dover so I could get a haircut and then back home for lunch, and then as the clouds grew thicker and the rain fell, I watched the first Premier League game of the season whilst Jools did beading. I had made a Limóncello and Grappa tart on Thursday, and so we sat down at three for a slice of that and a cup of fresh coffee. And then, the other games begin and so I listen to the radio to hear how Norwich and most of the other teams get on.
At five, two of our best friends come round for a bbq; I light the coals at half five; the clouds had cleared and the rain stopped just as the BBC had promised, and as I cooked we were bathed in golden sunlight. Matt I think really wanted to come and sample the new batch of home brew which is now ready, and so we had a bottle or three each. Matt and Darina work hard, Matt getting up at three most mornings to work at Ebbsfleet dispatching Eurostar trains to France . Makes me glad of the office hours and short commute I have, along with weekends off.
Sunday morning dawned, cold and grey, with the BBC promising more rain and possibly thunder from France . We decided to chance our luck and have a walk, and then call in at Bluebirds for bacon sandwiches on the cliffs. We followed our normal route, but the fields once filled with golden wheat and brown rapeseed are now all harvested, and under the low clouds colours looked all muted browns and greys. Hedgerows that were a few weeks ago, filled with butterflies and insects were now mostly empty, just ripening blackberries hinting that it was still summer and not the end of October.
We ended up at the cliffs, and out in the channel, light shone through breaks in the clouds, casting pools of light on the still sea, and in the distance, a dark smudge on the horizon being the only hint that that is where France lay. We wait until half nine and Bluebirds open, and we order our bacon sandwiches and pots of tea and coffee, and all the time had fine views out their new windows over the Channel.
We walked back via South Foreland Lighthouse, which has now had a few coats of paint and looks brand new, I snapped it as well as inside as there was a couple of shots I missed last time I was there. And then, we headed for home, over fields of yet un-harvested wheat and what looked like linseed, to the village and then down the dip, up the other side and home.
All that was left to do was another afternoon of football as the fixture computer had served up a ‘Super Sunday’ on the first weekend as Arsenal took on Liverpool at Anfield; it just about held my attention to stop me nodding off.
As darkness fell, I cooked steak and sautéed potatoes, and afterwards we watched the final episodes of A Town Called Eureka, which we quite like, but now we have to wait several months until the next DVD comes out. Not much of a trial there for us.
Time passes for us all, and we never know which days things will change forever. They do and will. And like taxes, there are some things we cannot escape, our mortality being one of those things. It is our lot in life to witness the aging and death of our parents, never an easy task. I was spared the worse with my Father having one heart attack and not recovering. As hard as this was to bear, we were comforted with the thought he had not suffered. Much worse to see the ones we love fade away and become shadows of the people we remember from our youth. No words will ever take the pain away, but being there for our friends we be there for them, to listen.
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Thank you my friend :)
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