We have just had the most wonderful weekend, staying in the glorious English Countryside with old friends. When the sun is shining, when there are the most beautiful roses smelling sweetly in the garden, when there is laughter, teasing, more laughter, crying and friendship… the world seems full of light and to be lived.
We visited the most wonderful country show on the Saturday and saw the ‘world famous’ White Helmet Motorcycle Display team. All our children stared, wrapped in amazement. The grown ups lapped up their innocent joy and to be honest were fairly impressed themselves with the stunt antics and various daring do. Then it was onwards and upwards to the fairground and the truly vintage helter -skelter. I don’t have a photo of this, due to a battery malfunction on the camera and the need to escort my rather keen son up the VERY steep stairs. Frankly at the top I wished I had paid the man £2 and grabbed my own mat. It would have been much easier and less terrifying to go down the slide rather than the internal stairs!
There were so many lovely moments – but what really made this weekend special is the inherited friendships. Three of us were at school together since we were 8 years old… we have known each other a very long time. Our husbands have known each other now for a substantial and formative amount of time, but it is the little friendships, the trust, the happiness and joy shared by our children which warms those cockles in your heart. Joy unbound, I don’t want to forget it.