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We choose to conceal ourselves, to remain shrouded in mystique, to plant decoys, to send nosey-parkers off in a false direction.

We have learnt the art of living with the security fence of a smokescreen – a barrier that protects our privacy.

Yet, not everybody gets the point. Jack and I – we have a right to feel safe, to enjoy some privacy, to protect things that are special and sacred to us.

Both of us see and work with hundreds…thousands of people, we see many many many faces, and we love them all very much. But that does not mean we have to share everything with everyone. Does it? Jack keeps saying that it will all be fine.

Are We Out Of The Woods?

togetherness.jpg“Jack” and I have walked in the woods frequently these past couple of months. Lots of walking, talking, holding hands, laughing, a few tears from me on occasion and some kisses – very nice kisses.

It’s been great. And although, a few times someone has recognized Jack and said hello, we have not had any interruptions to our time together. But last week, a group of young men were walking with a couple of dogs (one looked like a pitbull, I didn’t see the other) and one of the lads whipped out his phone and came right up to the two of us (we were obviously walking along hand in hand) and took a photo of us.

woodsJack was friendly enough. He said something along the lines of “Hiya mate, it’s polite to ask first if you want to take a photo.” Anyway, at first I thought the lad was a little bit aggressive in his response. But Jack was his usual charismatic self. He chatted with him and asked about the dogs and some other questions. I wasn’t listening properly, I felt a bit intimidated by everyone staring. I think he was asking them things like where they were from and what they did for work.

posesSo Jack tried to make a bit of a deal and asked if the guy would delete the photo he just took, then Jack would be in photos with this guy and whoever else in the group. Jack is always willing to pose for photos. It is ingrained in him. He is not in the least camera shy, and he is comfortable with this aspect of the fame his work has brought him. To me, it’s all weird. To Jack – it’s just life. He gets on with it. The young man seemed very reluctant to delete the photo of Jack and me holding hands. I think that the chap did delete the photos, because next moment, Jack was posing for selfies with the group.

noope!.jpgAnyway, while this exchange was going on, I saw another lad in the same group step my way with his phone in his hand. I was convinced he was going to take a photo of me. So, I swing around and put my hood up and pulled my  scarf up over my face. Was I over-reacting? He was a total stranger! What right did he have to take a photo of me? Plus, I always look terrible in photos, I am incredibly unphotogenic. What might he have done with that photo? I have no idea, but I was not going to cooperate with him.

What followed was all a bit weird. This lad ran around to the other side of me. I became quite alarmed, I put my arms in front of  my face. The lad started grumbling at me. Jack must have noticed what was happening, because the next thing I knew I was buried in his arms and being pulled by him. I couldn’t see where I was going but he was trying to move quickly, and I could hear him calling out “cheers lads, we have to get going now.”

hid.jpgJack probably did not realize I couldn’t see the floor because I ended up tripping and would have ended up in the mud if it wasn’t for him supporting my weight in his arms. We must have looked so stupid.

Jack was telling me to keep walking and I was laughing because he had his hand on my head keeping my eyes down, and I was completely dependant on him guiding me along. At least now I could see my feet and the ground. He told me the lads were behind us, which is why he was turning down narrower paths. When he was satisfied we were out of their view, he asked me where we were because he had lost his bearings.

Hah! Jack! He drags me along, with my vision obscured by my hair and my hat, deeper into the woods and expects me to just know where we are and to know which direction to head in to go back to my little nest. That was one long walk!!!

(I know…yet another TS track – but it fitted my post so well, I could not resist!)

Could The Whole World Just Halt For Five Minutes And Let Goldfinch And Me Get Off At This Stop Please?

Had to say au revoir to Goldfinch and climb on the train…and now I am back in London sulking.  Partly sulking because today was a perfect day and I didn’t want it to end.  But partly for another reason which I will enlarge upon.


Photo credit: pasja1000 @ pixabay.com

The second reason I am sulky is that everywhere we went today there were people.  It is summer after all, and now that the World Cup is over and Wimbledon Tennis Championships and everything else that kept people on the sofa or at the pub seems to have evaporated…people are out at National Trust properties again – in large groups.  In addition Goldfinch has two housemates who we have to be considerate of and Goldfinch confessed he had not done any tidying up.  So I was not allowed anywhere near the man-cave today.

We did have a lovely day…we went to a beautiful location and had a lovely meal and afterwards ate triple chocolate cheesecake.  Goldfinch was just as wonderful and gorgeous as ever.  But there just seemed to be always someone there, spoiling every “moment” between us.

There was one brief moment inside the little music-room adjoining Florence Nightingale’s bedroom (at her sister’s house in Claydon, Buckinghamshire) where there was finally just he and I.  But it did not last for long.

I just wanted to curl up in a hammock holding tight to Goldfinch and listen to his voice all afternoon, rather than be squeezed into corners by large groups of National Trust visitors.  I wanted to have him all to myself and gaze into his eyes rather than being asked to move out of the way while somebody else took a photo.

So for these reasons, I have come back a tiny bit sulky (which is also probably because it is past midnight and I have been awake since 4.30am).  I saw this photo from from The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith and I thought…that’s where I would like to have been with Goldfinch – and please forgive me for being anti-social, but I would just want it to be he and I with no one else.

Could the whole world just halt for five minutes and let Goldfinch and me get off at this stop please?  This location would be just perfect for us.  You don’t have to be an esthete to appreciate why I would want to be at this stunning location on my own with Goldfinch…although we would need a larger hammock – is that a hammock?  Teresa Grabs I have no idea what is hanging from the tree, I am only guessing from something I picked up on in your post that it might be some kind of hammock, but please forgive me if I am totally wrong.

Goldfinch is a self-proclaimed hedonist and an esthete.  I have been a bit scared of these aspects to his character because they are absent from my own personality.  But today I finally understood…and tomorrow when I am not fighting to keep my eyes open, I will explain what it was that made me understand him better than ever today.


via Esthete — Word of the Day Challenge