I am, once more, “in training.”
As in, on the Great Western Railways train to Cardiff Central, on my way to visit
my darling (Not So Very Little) Welsh Boys and their parents for a long weekend. I have been looking forward to this “Nanna Visit” for simply ages.
Darling Daughters message me individually to provide me with sound advice about having a good rest while I am away. My Boy, who will be hosting my visit, responds that he can’t promise that, not in a home with three growing lads who can’t wait
to draw me excitedly into their lives, if only for the weekend. What he can offer, he says, is fun - and wine! We will be busy, he warns, in a “lovely being with the boys kind of way” and it will be nice looking after me. I can’t think of
anything better, to be honest and a change is as good as a rest, don’t you know? Ah, yes, that was another of my dear Mum’s most popular sayings, along with the value of breathing in the fresh sea air and never, but never, going out without wearing
clean underwear (in case of an accident) and carrying a neatly folded white handkerchief (presumably in case I needed to drop it casually before a handsome fella whose attention I was anxious to attract.) As I never needed to employ such tactics, and as I
was never unfortunate enough to be involved in an accident, I have been unable, all my life, to verify the importance of much of this motherly advice.
in the Pumpkin Café on Southampton station, however, while awaiting the train to Cardiff Central, I did find myself agreeing whole-heartedly about the restful quality of a change of scenery. Even on a railway platform, there is plenty to see and take
note of. Take the question of luggage, for example. I am impressed by the number of couples with matching luggage. Here’s a couple, each in charge of a smart black suitcase on wheels, hers tied round with a pink luggage strap, his with a blue one. And
here’s another Travelling Twosome, his suitcase is grey while hers is orange but both cases are embossed with the names of American cities. These are Cases With Attitude.
I take a look at my own luggage and try to decide what my fellow passengers would make of it, should they be the kind of folk who play my sort of mind games. All my clothes are packed in my beautiful, but well-used, Radley weekend bag, while everything
I will need for the journey (book, bottle of water, sandwiches for lunch (though I consumed these within an hour of boarding the train and wished I hadn’t for the next three and a half hours) and the IPad (so that I can while away the journey by indulging
in writing today’s blog) is consigned to an extremely colourful rucksack. Both receptacles were presents from My Boy and his family so it seems fitting to use them on Nanna Visits. The rucksack is adorned with a sewn on badge which reads “Every
day is a new adventure.” How extremely appropriate is that.
On my home station, first thing this morning, I met friends Sue and John, clambering out of a
taxi with their luggage (of the practical, wheeled variety, in case you need to know.) They were off to the airport, on the first stage of their journey out to Cyprus to visit their first, much adored granddaughter. We shared brief, excited greetings and wished
each other safe journeys and lots of fun when we arrived at where we were going.
Our respective journeys may be long - but just think what lies ahead for
all of us when we greet our dear ones with many a hug and plenty of kisses, looking forward to the precious days ahead.
Won’t it be SUCH fun!