I don’t know why, but I was missing my Mum something awful today.
It’s not a special day like an anniversary or birthday, but I woke up this morning feeling a little sad and as the morning progressed, heavier in my heart to the point of threatened tears.
What compounded it was following a hay wagon on our field trip today which was loaded with round bales.
I can still see Mum standing in front of our lounge windows in the cottage with her hands clasped behind her back like a young school girl, fascinated by the goings on in the field opposite.
I asked her what she was looking at and she turned to me with the biggest smile and said
‘I’m watching the doughnut machine.’
Now I can’t see rolls of hay either in the field or on the back of wagons without thinking of her. It’s not an unhappy memory, just that I wish she was here to see it again and to give me that killer-watt smile.
We went into The Stump today and lit three tea-light candles in the little Chapel.
Maggie was pretty good and finally settled down so that we could sit there quietly for a few minutes with our thoughts. The flames were moving gently, so I guess Mum and the Dads were in conversation.
We brought Mum here on several occasions when she came for a holiday. I think Dad would have liked it, and Hubby says his Dad would have been looking for all the Stone Mason signs (equivalent of a signature today) as he loved old churches and their history.
We had a pot of tea and cake in the cafe inside and were able to appreciate the architecture and stained glass windows. For £5, you can climb the 200 steps which takes you up 145 feet and the view is spectacular. I didn’t have the camera today, but maybe next time.
As always, the surroundings have a calming effect and we came out feeling refreshed.