As you may know, I’ve been ‘Up North’ for six months so that Mr JH could walk the fells and I could scribble; now it was time to return to Sussex.
I thought of the people I was leaving behind; the friendships I had made, the activities I’d participated in and the church I’d become a part of. The ladies from the Mothers’ Union, the parents, children and helpers at the toddler group. The fabulous fells …
And okay I’ll admit it, I didn’t want to leave next door’s cat. Pepsi and I became firm friends and whilst mindful that she wasn’t mine, we spent many happy hours together in my garden while her ‘mum’ was at work.
It wasn’t all bad of course; I was looking forward to being reacquainted with my full length mirror, tumble dryer and of course my family and southern friends.
We arrived back on Monday afternoon and to be honest I felt a bit flat.
Sky cocked up our broadband reconnection, so that didn’t help my mood and we will be without it for a further two weeks, making four weeks in total. (So not sure how I’m going to publish this.)
Headache all day Wednesday and feeling very sorry for myself. Then Thursday morning, it all changed.
Since March I had survived with a quarter of my clothes, a third of my kitchen equipment and minimal makeup, so a purge was in order and I made a determined start, filling two charity bags in less than an hour.
I went into town, bumped into all sorts of people I knew and got honked at in the street as acquaintances drove by. Neighbours and friends seemed genuinely pleased to see me.
Would I do it again, yes in a heartbeat. However, I have many things currently to anchor me to Sussex. Nonetheless, a little bit of my heart has remained in Cumbria.
And as a pure indulgence, one more fell photograph …
PS: No I’m not, it was a very narrow gap!!