Jaqui's Daily Blog

The Art of Travelling Hopefully

Retirement can be, they say, the start of a Journey of Discovery. I have never been sure why anyone needs to wait until retirement. Think of all those wasted years!

Plus, whatever plans you may make for retirement - people to see, places to visit, continents to conquer, oceans to cross - life may just find you out. For Mr B and for me, health issues mean that our life has shrunk in some ways - it's a bit like looking through the wrong end of a pair of binoculars, something Young Faris excels at. And yet, and yet.....

A journey of discovery doesn't have to involve airports, passports, travel brochures, five star hotels or the endless study of Trip Advisor. Today, for example, I embarked on not one, but two fascinating Journeys of Discovery.

The first of these was a visit to the Worthing Mosque which I had organised for our Merry Band of Questers. The Questers, regular readers will remember, embark on "behind the scenes" visits to places near and far with the aim of learning something new along the way. With our Trusty Chariot still grounded, I had thrown myself on the mercy of the Really Rather Wonderful Roger who said of course he would come and pick us up and wouldn't it be a good idea to leave in plenty of time? Roger is, without question, a Man After Mr B's Heart.

It was easy to recognise members of our party as we gathered outside the Mosque as all the women were wearing head scarves, as required. Snug and warm we were, protected from the elements - and all eager to pose questions to the friendly local Imam. There was, indeed, such a lot to discover. It was unlikely, our host informed us kindly, that we would ask any questions he hadn't been asked before. If we did - well, so much the better!

Later in the day I called in at the local library to pick up a CD left for me by the lovely Emma, manager of the Military Voices project. Just an ordinary CD - but one on which will be revealed the story of Sapper Richard Salmon, as told in his own words more than thirty years ago. On the one hand I can't wait to play the CD to hear what he has to say about his experiences in the Great War. On the other hand, I need to find time to listen to him properly, without interruptions from my modern day world. He deserves that much of me.

Two very different voices. The Imam explaining the faith he and his fellow Muslims live by and what it is like to be a Muslim living in Britain today. And Sapper Richard Salmon talking of his wartime experiences, events I can't begin to imagine, Child of Peace that I am. I am humbled at the thought of how little I know, even at my Great Age. We are Never Too Old To Learn.

Such a lot to discover. Such a lot to try to understand. Life is, indeed, a constant Journey of Discovery. Tomorrow I will travel to meet my (Not So Very Little) Welsh Boys at Longleat Center Parc. Young Sam will want to know how I am getting on with Blockcraft ( the poor man's version of Minecraft). I shall have to confess that I need help.

But then, you know, it is better to travel hopefully than to arrive, so they say.

I can live with that.


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23.04 | 20:15

lovely and heartwarming - an inspiration to us all x

09.03 | 12:07

Love this story told as ever beautifully.x

10.11 | 21:31

What a super account of a special event. I loved meeting you last night and seeing your creation come together. I’m so pleased you got so much from the activity

07.09 | 13:17

I have broad shoulders x

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