2017: How was it for you?

As with last year, I am not going to go over the whys and wherefores of Brexit. I am as bored of it as you are, believe me, but its just that we Brits have to live with the reality of it. Closures of one kind or another is coming, as so is the acceptance of reality, that is when things will get really fraught. And the other thing, I am writing this today, as we have a short trip planned for tomorrow, and with it being New Year's Eve and stuff, we might be otherwise busy to write a post reviewing the past year.

The year for me was split into two; the first part was when the last project was rushing towards completion. The end came when I was on holiday in Scotland, so once back at work it was tying up loose ends and preparing for the next project. The second part was what happened after that, although that is by no means the whole story, as up to our wedding anniversary on 19th September, we had a great year, as you will see, but it was in the early hours of that day that Mum had her latest heart attack, and our lives changed.

I wish I could tell you about the best music of the year like I have in previous such posts. But I kinda lost track in February in making notes of what songs floated my boat this year. But I will try:

Ezra Furman - Love you so Bad.

Ride - Pulsar

Beck - Dear Life

Jane Weaver - The Architect

The National - Turtleneck

Songhoy Blues - Sahara

The Orielles - let Your Dogtooth Grow

Nadine Shah - Holiday Destination

The Breeders - Wait in the Car

Robert Plant - Bluebirds Over the Mountain

And what I think was the most joyous song of the year, Noel Gallagher

Again we did not go to the cinema at all this year, so no films to be mentioned. At all.

As for books; Danny Baker's latest installment in his autobiography series, "Going on the Turn" was a great book, but in that it details his dealings with neck and head cancer, its not easy reading at times, but is life affirming, as he came out of the end of it, though his sense of taste partially ruined. A small price to pay.

But as we're on the subject of cancer and health, this has been a bad year in which I lost a former RAF colleague, although I had not seen him since the summer of 2000, he was a great freind and top bloke, and apparently only nine months older than I. Thanks to my passport stopping working, I wasn't traveling much, so was able to go to the funeral in Wiltshire, and as well as pay my respects, meet up with other former colleagues and friends, and we ended up being coffin bearers.

On the subject of health, I think I should point out that since this seasons allergy season (for me) began in August, I have had had just two minor attacks, which mean four months during which I have not suffered a bad night's sleep. I cannot stress what a huge achievement this is, and how smug I feel in self-medicating myself. And that was only possible by this blog and reading posts and noticing trends, and when attacks started and ended, meaning that I am able to work out that it was either shampoo, shower gel, deodorant or after shave, and the overuse of one or more of these, meaning that my body got over sensitised, and so smaller amounts of them all could trigger an attack. Now, I am able to not give it a thought most of the time, and just get on with my life. On the rare occasions I do feel an attack building, I take an antihistamine pill or a squirt of nasal spray, and it goes away.

Less than a week later, Mum had her heart attack, and it became clear that it was more serious than last time and a bypass, two bypasses were needed, and so I was to spend five weeks up in Suffolk, visiting her in various hospitals, especially when she was in Papworth and on such days I would have a minimum of a six hour round drive from her house to Cambridge and back, and I got to know every bend in the A143 from Lowestoft to Bury St Edmunds, then from there there was the delight of the A14 through Cambridge. And then back at rush hour, getting back to Bungay as the sun set. Man, four weeks or so of that and I was shattered. O mean so worn out. So it was some relief when she was moved back to James Paget, then I could go home for a while, but then that is another four hour drive each way each time I moved between her house and ours.

I was up again when she was released, but it became clear that there was little I could do. Whether she gets on or not is up to her, so I left her to it.

Midway though Mum's stay in hospital, Jools' Dad died of the very same thing that Mum had survived two heart attacks. This is what life does, some it takes, others it leaves. The morning on which he had been found in their front bedroom will live with me forever, like some kind of waking nightmare as Jen tried to process what had happened, and what was happening. Going round in circles, asking the same questions over and over again. She did recover, and we all moved on, preparing the rest of our lives. We still feel the effects on a daily basis, with repercussions reverberating back and forth.

A good friend and colleagues is looking after his wife as she was discovered with cancer of the breast. Her lookout is good, but there have been dark days for them both. And there are no words that any of us can say. And finally, as you may have read, two football supporting friends of mine found out that one of them us inoperable cancer of her back.

There are no words.

So, in my month by month review, I will look at the good things, mostly, as even with all of the above, for us it has been a very good year.

January

Looking back at my shots from January, it seems to be mostly of me traveling with work; flying to Denmark or driving to Belgium doing general Quality Managing, shouting, barking at people, not that it made that much difference. And there was the visit to the Hundred of Hoo, and trying to see more Kent churches. As it was, it would be September when I would see inside four of them, but a trip to the other world that is Hoo and Grain is never wasted, even in September. I also began my shot a day project, that I (almost) kept up through the whole year, though the days I worked from home tested my creativity in seeing something new.

February

More trips to Belgium, buying more Belgian beers, the Winter ales festival here in Dover.

The first signs of spring showed, with snowdrops in Waldershare churchyard. There were more Kent churches to visit, this time around Wye, with some fantastic places visited, Brook was a wonderful surprised, a church reordered to how it might have looked a thousand years ago.

I organised a trip for a few friends to visit a church in The City of London. St Peter Upon Cornhill has been our bete noir for many years, the doors never opened to visitors. So, I called St Helen's, who run it, and arranged a visit. We met up from all corners of the country to be at the door to St Peter at two in the afternoon. And we got in, took photographs, and also we all met up, went for a coffee afterwards. What a joy that day was. I was also able to wander round the new buildings north of Kings Cross and St Pancras, walking beside the canal and watching people going to work, whilst I wandered about.

Even at work I found time for photography, in Leuven for a meeting, I had an hour to walk round the fabulous church in the town's man square. It was a wonderful building, but also filled with glorious Renaissance art. How lucky I am to be able to do things like that.

Closer to home, in our garden, dwarf iris began to flower, producing dashes of purple and yellow in the front garden. By the 22nd, we had daffodils open, and it seemed that spring was just around the corner. Which as it turned out, it was.

March

March began with manual labour, with me moving a ton of topsoil to fill up one of the raised beds, then having to do it all again with the other one a couple of weeks later. I did break the wheelbarrow, so Jools treated herself to a new 'un.

The days warmed up, and the yellow rattle I had sowed in the lawn began to grow, as did many of the other spring flowers. In fact the Fritillaries were in flower before the month was out, having grown from fresh shoots to be over a metre tall in just over a month.

Of course, in the woods and on the downs, orchid rosettes began to show and put forth spikes, but I already covered that part of my life in other posts this week.

I went to London to see Stiff Little Fingers in concert, meeting up with an online friend and enjoying the energy of a punk gig. That the band are are only a handful of years older than us, and they could pogo like the mosh pit.

I was also in Canterbury at the end of the month to see two round the world cyclists return home, to great cheers from friends and family.

April

Highlight of April was seeing nearly 100 balloons lift off from Lydden Hill track, then rushing to see them drift over the Channel to France. One of those magical mornings that will live in the memory forever, brightly-coloured canopies lifting off into the rays of the rising sun.

April is when Spring sprung, with hedgerows, woods and downs bursting into colour. So began the days when there is not enough time to see everything: bluebells, orchids and all the other wonderful plants that make spring so special. Butterflies on the wing too, always something to photograph.

At work, the project was nearly done, with turbine by turbine, work being completed.

On my last trip to Leuven, I treated myself to a waffle, from the stall opposite the church on the main square, and was mildly disappointed with the experience. But I did it. The beers in the Capital afterwards never disappointed though, not when Manu paid anyway! And there was an end of project celebration at Esbjerg, as the onshore part of the project was completed. This involved meat being cooked outside, or in the warehouse anyway.

At the end of the month, Jools and I went to Norwich for a church festival, and in a long Saturday I walked round the city visiting 18 churches, all new for me. I met wonderful people along the way, and found new parts of the city I had not visited before. And me taking many shots in all of them.

May

One last trip to Belgium to see the lads before the project ended, and I go on vacation. How suddenly things change as what became normal became a thing of the past. How I missed those visits to the wine warehouse or the Spar.

The Bluebell season peaked, the Duke of Burgundy appeared and basked in the spring sunshine. I tried to balance work and photography and Jools. Although time spent in the woods or on the downs is never ever wasted.

On the 14th, Tony arrived from New Zealand, looking relaxed despite his 36 hour trip. He had come over to stay as we were to go to Scotland to stay in a cottage for a week. Which meant I was also on holiday, the first time I had off that year. In the week that followed I showed Tony around some of our haunts here in Kent before we went up to London for a day and night touring the sights before meeting up with Jools the next evening outside Euston to catch the overnight sleeper north.

We stayed in a cottage on the west coast of Skye, toured about, drank beer, did a little walking, went up and down a road which went over a mountain and rode on the Jacobite steaming from Mallaig to Fort William. That was a wonderful and hot day, which I was bitten to buggery by midges, then roasted in the old carriages. But what a day.

All things come to an end, and we bid farewell to Tony outside a car hire office at Glasgow Airport; he was staying up there for three more weeks, we had a long drive south on the Audi.

June

I had to go to Denmark at the start of the month to have my annual assessments, and my boss arranged a social event as we were all in Aarhus for the same reason. As it coincided with the end of the project, it seemed only right to celebrate long. I also visited the open air museum in the city, taking an afternoon off work. It seemed the right thing to do, and good job I did as I have only been back there once since. Such as life been so complicated.

Tony came back for a few days fresh with stories about his travels in the Outer Hebrides. But he soon left on his long flight back home, not before we took him for fish and chips again at Folkestone Harbour.

We had one final meeting in Leuven, and I traveled over the day before, staying in Brussels a night, wandering along the narrow streets taking shots and sampling some local beers in the evening summer heat.

July

July was a quiet month, in Denmark most people went on vacation, I stayed at home, creating a spreadsheet, so copied and pasted for eight hours a day, the afternoons of these days spent on the sofa watch the Tour de France. I won't lie when I say they were good days, but I did get work done too.

We went to Lullingstone Roman Villa, as well as going to many orchid sites around the county, but already the end of the orchid season could be seen coming.

I went up to Cheshire to head office, as I had some kit to return, and a social event had been arranged at Haydock Park to have a meal and watch some racing. Sadly, due to a serious accident, the meeting was abandoned, and I was left with a nightmare ten hour drive home. The day before I had a few hours at Liverpool Pierhead, somewhere I had always wanted to go to. Very enjoyable, and a photo rich environment.

August

The month was taken up by a sixteen day trip to the American mid-west to see the solar eclipse. There was the usual cat round up, take them to the cattery, then the next day the stressful trip in a taxi to the airport to catch the plane.

In Denver, we collected a Mustang and drove to the hotel for a single night, the next day driving across Wyoming to Yellowstone. Three days of Geysers, geothermal activity, deer, bison, goats, butterflies, mountains, waterfalls, wild flowers and so on. There is so much to tell about those days, but before we knew it was time to move on to Montana, two days there before moving on to Cody Wyoming, and prepare for the big day. An 80 mile drive to the area of tatality, and find a place in the desert to watch the show unfold.

Moving on again to a cabin on the mountains for three days, with more butterflies, elk, porcupines, squirrels and wild flowers. And then it was time to come home, stopping off at my oldest online friend near Denver, and meeting her new partner, all in all like we had all known each other for decades. What a fantastic end to a wonderful holiday.

Either side there was the end of the orchid season, walks along the cliffs and reuniting with the cats.

September

The month began with a trip to a railway depot to look at some locomotives, along with several thousand others. It was a hot day, but an enjoyable one, but to be honest there is only so many trains you can look at, and with the crowds. We left just after midday and was back home by teatime.

Coming back from America, the chip in my passport stopped working, so until I got it replaced, I could not travel anywhere outside the country. So after filling in the application, I went up to London to wait in line to get a replacement. In the few hours left of that day, I got taxis to take me to four new City churches I had not visited, leaving me just two more to see inside. And a week later I got the new passport.

For heritage weekend, I completed all the churches on the Grain Peninsulare, as well as West Malling. I went alone, as Jools did not fancy a whole day of church crawling, and who could blame her?

Inbetween that and Open House, I had to go to Wiltshire for an old RAF colleague's funeral in Chippenham. It was a fine autumn day, and I along with eight others gathered with his friends and family to honour Andy's life and our shared friendships.

For Open House I had booked us tickets to see the Pink Floyd exhibition at the V&A, that took most of the morning, and was rather wonderful, it left little time for other things. We met up with a friend from the GWUK group for a meal, then we went to the Royal Albert Hall to take some shots before we walked what seemed like halfway over London to Sloane Square to see another church.

Finally in the month, I went on a railtour to Chesterfield to see more steam locomotives, as you do. It poured with rain most of the day, but stopped as our train left again, as is the way. But by this time things had changed, Mum was in hospital, although it wasn't clear at that point how bad things were.

October

Mum had to have a cardiac artery bypass graft. Two of them in fact, and would need to go to Papworth to have the operation, her veins were in such a bad way it seemed. It was decided I would rent a car and go up to visit her and keep her life on track, and try to sort out her house.

The house was even worse than last time she had a heart attack, so untidy, dirty and filled with crap. Over three weeks I sorted though food and other cupboards, clearing dangerously out of date food, and trying to rid the house of cigarette smell. As she said she would try to stop if she got out.

Because, make no mistake, it was a major operation she was having, and there was no guarantee that she would survive. But she did. I travelled for two weeks back and forth between Lowestoft and Papworth, on the worse day taking six hours on one trip home. It was wearing me out.

After three weeks I went home for a break, only for us to get a call on the Saturday morning that Jools' father had passed away. I wrote about that morning earlier in this post, so I won't repeat myself. That day was hard, Sunday was bad too, but the days got easier until we had the funeral at the beginning of November.

November

Mum Was was transferred back to James Paget, which I hoped would mean I need not stay up there, but she contracted two infections, and her friends were thus discouraged in visiting her lest they catch it too. So I was back up there for a time. Jools also spent a week up there, and she did more cleaning in the house.I began the Kent church project back in 2008, and Barham was one of the first dozen I visited. I took a few shots, and from then I remember the window showing a very fine St George and a balcony from where the bells are rung giving great views down the church.

We said goodbye to Tony on the 1st, a sad and miserable day meeting at Denton at midday then moving on to the railway club. But it was also a celebration of his life, as his friends from the whole of his life came together to share stories, many raising a smile or laugh.

I went back to Denmark for the first time in 5 months, meeting back up with colleagues, and doing my spirits the world of good. It gave me a chance to meet up with Anni and Shags, go out for a drink and a meal, and for Shaggy and me, an evening in the Highlander where it all got messy.

Jools and I did another secret London tour, this time at Down Street Station, and on the way walking through the drifts of leaves in Green Park.

December

And here we are, up to date.

Mum was to be released from hospital, and I went up to stay with her for a few days to help her aclimatise. But as it turned out, she was only too happy to fall back into her old ways. There were sharp words spoken, and I realised she needed her own space and time to make her life choices. Jools came up as we had tickets for a concert in Norwich, long planned, and until the last minute we didn't think we would be able to go. But we did. Peter Hook and the Light, playing the songs of New Order and Joy Division.

The Rack of Ale closed, we went down to pay our respects.

The month rushed on, and before I knew it I had only a few working days left. We were bot so worn out what with our lives and working round Mum and what a hole she has gotten herself into. But we are done with that, we have to look after ourselves, which is what we planned to do over Christmas.

And then it became clear that the change in Molly's behaviour needed more investigation, and Mulder then became ill, with what may yet turn out to be a tumour. But for the moment it seems it might end happily.

We have slept long each night, rising later and later, just enjoying being at home with each other and with the cats.

I do hope our batteries have been recharged, as the madness or work will ramp up soon in the New Year.