I should have been in London on Saturday, visiting some old friends, but the trip was cancelled at the last moment leaving me with an empty day. I pottered around desultorily, doing a few chores, wondering if I would go to the coast and sit on the pebbly Sussex beach, read my book and watch the children play in the waves.
In the end, having wasted half the day, I decided to join a friend who had mentioned a folk festival in the nearby market town and had invited me to join her in the pub garden overlooking the high street to watch the procession go by, Morris Dancers, folk singers, witches and warlocks. A pretty, gaudy sight.
I wandered up the high street taking in the spectacle, then back to the pub garden. As I scanned the crowd looking for a familiar face, someone touched my arm and I found myself face to face with the Man in the Pink Shirt. We hadn't seen each other for a couple of weeks. Things had unravelled. He bought me a drink and we stood outside the pub for a while together, watching the crowd, talking, kissing a little sadly, enjoying each other's company and the late autumn sunshine.
Then we kissed a final goodbye. And parted.
When you say 'a final goodbye'...
ReplyDeleteOf course you can come and stay. We have a holiday cottage. There is a link to it on my blog above the rainbow. So sorry to hear of the final goodbye but great to read below of your sons journey. Funny thing life.
ReplyDeleteYes, Elizabeth, having battled with my son's problems for years, things are finally working a lot better for both of us, then life finds other ways to trip you up. At least it's never dull.
ReplyDeleteI shall check out your link and see if you are booked for half term. I could do with a break.
I am sorry that it didn't work out after such promise. Get down the to the beach...apparently there are lots of fish in the sea although they were never obvious when I was looking!
ReplyDeleteKeep smiling.
oh no, I wondered where Pink Shirt had gone...
ReplyDeleteYour heartstrings sound a little tender, maybe the welsh hills will sort you out?
Pigx
I was wondering............ Northumberland is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteHi Isobel. I've put my fishing rod away for a while I think.
ReplyDeleteWill try and get away this half term PITK. Think I need some time out.
I would love to visit Northumberland @themill. It is rather a long way though, but will keep it in mind.
Oh.
ReplyDeleteDo come to see us in Northumberland though ...
I have been visiting you for days, and thinking that was the title of an old post. Now at last I have realized my mistake - but only to receive such sad news!
ReplyDeleteI'm so very sorry....
How will I find you M&M? I suppose the answer is to visit a local horse show. Hope you are posting again and that the grey mare is recovered.
ReplyDeleteAutumn has not been kind, Beatrice. Thank you for the thought.
If you're coming to Northumberland, stay at @themill's cottage - she's not far from me!
ReplyDeleteGrey mare had vet again yesterday but much the same. Vet's back on Friday. Tis very frustrating.
Ah, it's so bittersweet when there are feelings but they're something not enough, or the circumstances (or the gods) are not with you...
ReplyDeleteBut a space is being made, and nature hates a vacuum. So who knows. The readiness is all.
Livvy
Any idea where Merry Weather has gone? There are no blogs on her page and nowhere to leave a comment.
ReplyDeleteHope the Vet was able to do something M&M. This is dragging on for you.
ReplyDeleteThank you for that Livvy. It is sad, but if we were meant to be together, we would have been able to resolve things.
She seems to have vanished into thin air @themill. I shall make enquiries.
A poignant moment Marianne and very sad for you, sorry to read that, I had wondered. How lovely to part on good terms, that's very civilised.
ReplyDeleteYou sound a sweet person and I'm hoping you meet someone new to make you smile again. Some day soon...
I'm sorry about my page btw - I was taking a break and reinventing myself but I'm there again now :).
Glad you are back, Merry. How does one reinvent oneself? Perhaps I should try it.
ReplyDeleteWhen are you coming back?
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to your bloggings, Marianne.
When I can think of something I need to say, Jan. It comes and goes. Or maybe it's gone, but it's nice to be missed. Thank you for thinking of me.
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