... sum up a summer of difference back to norm in usual yet different ... ?
a cultural train journey taken by market and railway towns, the industry and those canals so synonymous with the difference aspects of the English in British. The travel up North West from me in the South East of England ... 162 miles to be precise ... to a new home town permanent for now of a daughter ...
A busmans style break by that very swift and speedy busy train to the equally busy platforms of the Crewe rail hub.
The time spent and time alone in house sit while she went on a holiday holiday for once .... She has been to Wales, the Lake District and Isle of Man to name some... only in the capacity of the respite buddy holidays for groups of people ...
The busy in the mischievous others think are not socially acceptable in the community... Hence you are wrapped up in their welfare ... It was good to see her off on a holiday to chill ...
Thence I spent time alone in a strange new home in a new area of town. This summer the first intense experience of this area, finally, after several years being elsewhere on the planet grief, de clutter and more sorrow that I could ever write through.
I certainly joined the dots of areas together I had previously visited. The eventually realisation too how close Tescos was too by the time finished exploring the back alleys and the maze of similar roads ...
It was during this time a driving test past happened. We both thought I would not get to be driven the very same day she was to pass. That was an amazing bonus in itself ..
This meant on her return from her holidays we were able to once again get to do those road trips.
We experienced much this summer in the more usual. We were too long encased within the cumbersome life style of an OCD family member with very complex psychological and physical problems combined
To do what is usual to those around us ... well ... more than it can be put into words ...
The sensational feelings on all the senses were magically enchanting ...
