April 26th sticks in my mind because I know of at least two birthdays today, one to a fellow blogger and the other a child who pushed me beyond my boundaries (he’ll be 43 today).
It was also the day I was finally free from the nightmare debt of my previous relationship.
When Hubby and I first met, Sundays were always ‘our day’. We would visit both sets of parents on a Saturday, but Sunday was for us. We were both working, and needed some ‘our time’ with no need to have to consider anyone else. We didn’t use to do a lot, a trip to the New Forest with the dog, or maybe down to a small beach we knew just beyond Rockley Sands and so away from the holiday crowds in the summer.
We had a few special places in the Forest, and shortly after we got together kind of ‘adopted’ an old Elm tree in the middle of nowhere about a mile in from the car park. We would take decorations to it at Christmas and collect them at New Year, totally intact and undisturbed by human or animals alike. It became symbolic of our life having taken a fair few knocks and beatings over the years we visited. We’d buried two bottles in the roots, and always said that as long as the tree stood, we would be together. We calculated its age at about 127 years I think.
Things changed and charges were introduced for the car parks. Then some horrible disease affecting dogs began to take hold and we didn’t go again. The chances are our tree is still there, but although we know where to park and how to get to it, it would be too far for us to walk to it now.
Today will be like any other, a month of Sundays is an apt expression for how things are just now. When working, we’d look forward to the weekend, and after retiring, every day was a weekend! We can work out in the garden, go further afield to shop, but we don’t need anything yet so why bother, and if we want to go for a walk, we have our lovely beach and of course the park.
It would appear that holidaymakers are coming here though as we saw several caravans on site about two miles up the road. It explains why the supermarket shelves aren’t as well stocked as all entertainment venues are closed, so all they can do is sit, eat, and drink in front of a different TV on a different couch.
I remember a caravan holiday when I was a child where it rained practically every day.
The caravan was cold as it had no heating, certainly no bathroom, and the beds had to be made up every night. Everything was damp and running with condensation, we had no TV or radio, and had to rely on card or board games to keep us occupied. There was no such thing as hook ups then, and lighting was those funny filament things with mantels and lamp oil. It was our first (and last) caravan holiday as a family, and any holidays after that was camping, which actually was much better and more fun!