Friday, 23 December 2016
Yes. We did all survive. But it was touch and go. And I hope there are no foxes or badgers in the garden, because I'm not sure we will make it through a larger mammal sighting.
Journey up yesterday was fine - no problems - and it was such a beautiful winter day. Once again the layers upon layers of memory associated with my Northern hometown are so strange and powerful. Memories of my parents as young marrieds - of me and Captain Butterfly as young marrieds - of me hearing the truth here when I was nearly forty. And that is such a long time ago now.
We shopped this morning, including the turkey, and the Captain is off photographing - fungi and dippers. I am sticking close to home - the horror of my fall last year being a powerful and troubling memory just at the moment.
I must note that I got postcards and have sent to: Aunt Jo, Ursula, and Elizabeth.
Aunt Jo and Elizabeth are part of the memory tapestry of course. Aunt Jo as the glamorous visiting London aunt, and Elizabeth who I first met at school, when I was five.