If any of you lovely people reading this have relocated at any point in your life you will understand how difficult it can be missing the ones you love. This weekend I went back to Yorkshire to visit family and friends for the first time in several months. The last time I made the journey was August and then I didn’t get to see friends.
This weekend was wonderful. We had been invited to stay with a family with whom we became very good friends just prior to our relocation. It was strange how this friendship blossomed through our children just as we were about to leave. We have talked as a group about the timing of this and our conclusion is simple; we were meant to meet and become friends, full stop. Timing is only a minor factor. The great thing is, now we can visit for extended weekends and mini holidays as we did this weekend and we all get to enjoy quality time together. Perfect!
After a delightful shopping trip, where I managed to find the perfect winter coat which had hitherto eluded me, we went to the bonfire party in the village where we used to live. We drank hot mulled wine as we watched the myriad coloured sparkles explode in the night sky; the amber glow of the roaring fire making our cheeks rosy and taking the nip out of the air. The bonfire party was very well attended and I was delighted to see some of the children I used to teach at the High School where I used to work. They all looked so grown up!
Seeing my Mum and Dad again was also wonderful. Sadly it was a flying visit but just to hug them both and spend an hour or two chatting about the goings on back home made our time there very special. Leaving was very emotional. I’m now counting down the days until I see them again, which may be Christmas, when they come to spend the festive season in our cosy little cottage, weather permitting!
I got to hug my best friend too. I had not seen her since June and had missed her terribly. Her little boy is beautiful and growing so fast! He wasn’t too keen on the firework display and spent much of the time with his hands over his ears 🙂 After leaving her I shed a few tears again. Saying goodbye is so difficult. But on the up side she is coming to stay for a few days and I only have EIGHT sleeps to wait!
I must admit, I felt a little twinge of sadness that Yorkshire no longer feels like ‘home’ to me. A friend had said that this would be the case and he was right. Nothing had changed; well nothing, that is, apart from me.
Sunday saw us sitting in the village pub we used to frequent, eating a roast dinner and chatting as a large group of friends with our wonderful hosts, enjoying the last couple of hours of our visit.
Sunday’s return journey flew by. We watched the sky set alight as the sun descended. Once it was officially evening we drove the winding roads in a silent contentment, playing back the memories we had made during the weekend like little movies in our minds.
But, when our journey was done, it felt so, so good to be home. Yes home! Scotland. Walking through the door into my cottage and smelling the remnants of the log fire, as it lay waiting to be brought back to life, made me sigh with happiness. We closed the door on the cold night and made a rough and ready meal of oven chips and veggie fingers. Very sophisticated don’t you know?!
This morning, the sun is shining, the sky is bright blue and there is a layer of frost on the ground. The promise of a very cold and snowy winter is in the air. And I can’t wait to spend it here.