Watching The Skies

I mentioned in my post yesterday that it is agonizing not being able to send a text message to Goldfinch to ask him how his journey is going.

I gazed up at the sky last night and I contemplated how long he was going to be travelling through the atmosphere. From down here, planes can look so much like stars except that they wink at you and move slowly across the sky.

To help me settle my worries about Goldfinch’s long journey, I was watching flight tracker yesterday and the night before. It is so cute…it shows the progress of the aeroplane and says whether it is on time or delayed. So presuming everything has gone well and Goldfinch has not been delayed at passport control.

So if all has gone well, Goldfinch should have landed and should be at the home of his parents. I worked out by looking at the world clock on my tablet that his plane was due to arrive at 10.30pm GMT. So while I was getting ready for bed, Goldfinch was arriving back home.

I sent him an e-mail while he was up in the air. I didn’t want it to be too long…he is hardly going to want to read an entire novel from me about every thought and feeling that I have had since we parted at Heathrow. But I think I said plenty for him to know I have been watching the skies the whole time and begging for his safe arrival.

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When It’s Time To Say GoodBye…I’ll Be Waving Up At The Sky

We now have a leaving date! When I say “we”…of course I don’t mean we, I mean he. Goldfinch has booked his flight back to Australia. The plan is for him to spend some time here in London with me, just before he travels, and I will be with him right up to the last minute, when he says goodbye to fair old English shores.

I do understand security concerns at airports. But it is so hard having to say goodbye near the check-in gates and not be able to wait with him in the departure lounge. Not to be able to wave to his plane as it takes off. It just is not as romantic as the olden days.

In all honesty, it may be a good thing that I am not allowed past the check-in gates, I might be tempted to throw myself on the floor and grab hold of Goldfinch’s legs to stop him leaving me!

No…instead…I will have to be content with watching Goldfinch vanish behind a wall. And that will be it…GONE! Not knowing when, if ever at all, I will behold that beautiful smile again.

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There is no way I will be able to pick out the aeroplane carrying Goldfinch far away from me. I will be looking up at the sky waving at every plane, (just in case) until they disappear without a trace.

I am going to spare you a dramatic description of the stab of pain that will gush into my heart at that point. I felt it once last December when he went away for five weeks to spend the holidays with his family. There is no doubt in my mind that is going hurt more this time round. But I have known this moment was coming for over a year. So now is the time to be brave, to muster all my strength and help make every moment wonderful for Goldfinch.

Last December, I walked out of the terminal in tears. But as I made my way down the escalators to the Piccadilly line of the London Underground, I started hatching a plan to surprise him based on every little scrap of information I had heard him mention.

This time round…aaaaaaah! I think I will finish this post before I become too weepy.

 

 

 

 

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FOWC with Fandango — Trace

Why I Could Never Be A Travel Blogger

adelaideLoving every moment of being here with Goldfinch. So glad I am finally here! I have been taking lots of photos and writing own little thoughts in my notebook to formulate into posts later. I wonder if anyone is thinking, “COME ON CARAMEL…WHERE ARE THE HOLIDAY PHOTOS? WE WANT TO SEE ADELAIDE!” Or maybe that thought is about as far from your mind as I am from London right now. 10,100 miles away!!!

adelaide beach.jpgWell, I regret to tell you I think they are going to have to wait until I am back in England.  I will need to blue-tooth them to my laptop and then create posts with the photos. I am a bit of a technophobe at the best of times, and I cannot figure out how to create a post on my tablet with photos on my tablet. I am sure there is a way…but it is beyond me!

On three occasions in recent weeks I had to explain what a Luddite was to staff who were trying to advise me on “issues” with my phone and my laptop. Two were PC World advisers and one was a Vodafone adviser. They had never heard of the term “Luddite”. When I explained who the original Luddites were, I then had to reassure them that when I called myself a Luddite I was joking, I don’t actually try to destroy technology…it’s never in anger, but always an accident when I drown, drop or destroy by other means my electronic devices.

Trying To Make The Waiting Time Go Faster

While clock watching and waiting for the minutes to pass before my journey to Heathrow and then on to Adelaide, I noticed the prompts for today from Teresa, aka The Haunted Wordsmith:

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Prompt A (song challenge): Pick your favourite song/video

My favourites change all the time. But right now I am thinking of my reunion with Goldfinch so this song is whirling around my head. If you have never heard it…it starts slow, but then wham big bold chorus!!! You don’t need to look at all the kissy pictures in the video.

Prompt C (photo):

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It has been a long time since I travelled. The last time I flew anywhere, it was to Germany, but that must be seven or eight years ago. In my twenties I did a lot of travelling. I have also been to Belgium, France, Ghana, Romania, Spain, Sweden, Turkey, USA and I can’t remember where else right now.

sailingI always loved travelling, but it can be expensive. And I also wished there was more time. I would love to have time to visit every land properly. Really get to know the people, the culture, the music, the cuisine. I have always said my dream was to build a boat and to sail as slowly as possible around the earth, getting to know my human family along the way.

on the shoreIn boarding a plane to travel to the opposite side of the planet in twenty-three hours think of all that I am missing! All the mountains, and forests and lakes I will be flying over. All of the beautiful people and animals that will be living their lives down on the ground below me. There is a part of me that begrudges the speed of air travel. I would love to let my feet touch the shore of all the lands I shall be passing over – but with the man I love.

sailing1Right now, only one man in the world matters. But I would love to live forever with him. And at some point to build a boat together and then to sail around the world as slowly as possible exploring this amazing planet and getting to know our fellow human family members.

Well, first things first…let’s arrive safely in Adelaide first of all, shall we!

I Give Up!!!

too muchIt’s been a very busy week so far…and I am finding I have not had chance to concentrate on some of the posts in my drafts folder I wanted to finish off before my travels.

This post is just to explain that I have started a number of posts which are nominations from other lovely bloggers for awards and challenges. I love these posts, but as you all know, they do take a while. I want to do them justice as it were. So I have decided I just can’t do them before I go away to Australia.

They are going to have to sit safely in my drafts folder until I am back. Then I shall make sure I spend some quality time on them.

happyVery soon I will be heading far far away! 10,100 miles away! The opposite side of the planet! The land down under! Australia! You may already be fed up with hearing this over and over. Don’t worry, I will leave it there for now.

I have scheduled a post for every day before I travel…and then I am re-publishing most of my Goldfinch posts. So if you have seen them before, you can skip them, or if you are curious, they tell the story of the lovely year I had last year with Goldfinch.

Isn’t it exciting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still can’t believe I am going! Six months after Goldfinch left England, I am on my way to Australia! Thank you thank you thank you for all of your wonderful comments and well-wishes. It is so heart-warming.

Go Nadiya!

family TVI think I have mentioned that I did not have a television for about ten years. After a ten year break from television, most of what seemed to be broadcast seemed astoundingly awful. After I left hospital, I went up north to stay with family to recover from my injuries and the trauma of what had happened to me. When I was with my family I saw some television programmes they recommended including “The Great British Bake-Off”. I did like that.

nadiya.jpgI watched some of the series which was eventually won by Nadiya Hussain. When I was watching the episodes, I liked all of the contestants. But since she won the contest, I have loved the cooking programmes I have seen Nadiya involved in.

I found an episode on BBC i-player of a show where she visited Bangladesh, where her family are from. I love love loved it! I really like watching her, she has such an appealing personality. But it was just fascinating to see the people she met along her journey and have glimpses of their way of life. In all honesty I completely lost interest in the food part of the show, because it was the scenery and the people that caught my attention.

nadiya travellingI love our human family so much. I am grateful that the Beeb sent Nadiya and a television crew out to Bangladesh to show us more about our family. Our beautiful fascinating human family. Go Nadiya! Your cooking and travelling programmes are the best of television as far as I am concerned.

I don’t have a lot of spare time at the moment, but if I do have chance to relax on the sofa, I shall be searching through BBC i-payer for more Nadiya shows.

One Epic Day on The British Rail Network

I mentioned in another post that whilst working in Notting Hill I had caught my head on the underside of a sink and subsequently, bruises had appeared all down one side of my face. When I was attacked most of the injuries I had received were from blows directed at the same side of my head as the bruising. The incident at work aggravated my injuries. I was taken to hospital where I had a CT scan and was told I should rest for several weeks. So I had to go back up north to stay with family and recover. I wrote an e-mail to Stuart telling him about my journey:

I had to travel across the country after being told by staff in hospital that I needed to rest up. What a journey! I made my way up north and my sister Milly and her husband travelled down to London to collect my belongings from the house in Notting Hill where  had been living. I am so glad I did not have to drag a suitcase across the country with me. I was in a bad way. I made the journey confidant that if anything happened to me train staff or members of the public would call emergency services. Hours of wondering in my head “Are we nearly there yet?”

The most memorable events I will tell you of – read them at your leisure – this is just me prattling about people I crossed paths with.  The good, the not so good, and those I kind of hope I will never be stuck in a train carriage with again.  I will start with the worse and it will get better.

So starting with the tube journey on the way to catch a national train that would take me up to a hospital in the north.  I was sitting in a corner of the carriage.  A man boarded, he must have been in his forties.  He headed towards me and had the audacity to wink at me and blow me a kiss.  I turned away.  He plonked himself next to me.  Maybe ignoring him was a mistake because he then whispered into my ear “sexy”.  I just shook my head and turned away again.  He was quiet for a couple of minutes, but then nudged me and said ” sexy ” again.  I put my hand up and said “do you mind!” There were plenty of passengers so I felt safe.  But then a couple of minutes later he put his hand on my lap and said “sexy” again.  This time I jumped up and went to stand near the area for prams / wheelchairs.

coat.jpgAnnoying!!!!  Was he mocking me?  The thing is, I was wearing a knee length pencil skirt, woolly tights, flat court shoes, coat, scarf – all proper and modest nothing about my appearance suggesting I would be open to attention from a man on the prowl or an utter fruitcake.  Or maybe he just wanted my seat and was trying to get rid of me?

Annoying!  Maybe you are one of the many who have been made to feel super uncomfortable by a complete stranger presuming to behave inappropriately in a public setting.

Now I had to face the train journey across the country.  I had insisted I could undertake the train journey alone.  Several family members had kept insisting they would prefer to drive all the way down south and then take me up north in their car.  That seemed such a waste!

7.08am I boarded the train with a large flask of super strong coffee.  But a group of seven, all men accept for one brave girlfriend sat near me.  They were on their way to a footie match.  I overheard that they were planning sightseeing beforehand.  From the moment they sat down it was apparent that they were breakfasting on Foster’s lager.  One of them!!!!   In his twenties, vibrant ginger head, beard, very loud and prolific with his use of the most colourful language imaginable.  Sometimes I am shocked by the language people use in public, even when little children or the vintage generation who surely are deserving of more respect are present.

I was already nauseous, groggy and exhausted.  I knew he could make the journey a nightmare.  The conductor came to check our tickets.  I went over and said to this lad “excuse me, I really don’t mean to be rude, but would you be so kind as to make your language less colourful as it is still a bit early in the morning.” He asked me what I meant.  I said that if it had been evening and there were crowds heading out for a drink I would expect bad language but to hear so much swearing so early when I didn’t feel awake yet was exhausting.  Well he was very nice about it and apologised and his mates were lovely too.

It turned out he had been out drinking all night and had not even gone home to shower or change his clothes.  Nice!!!

So, he decided to include me in their chatter / banter for the rest of the journey.  Things improved slightly when a very cheery woman, who turned out to have been a police woman for almost ten years, sat next to me.

There was a very long queue for the toilet who were listening to the conversation between me and the police woman and the man who had not been home all night. The three of us seemed to be giving them some laughs.  Can you imagine?  Me…only conscious / remotely coherent due to the copious quantities of espresso I was pouring into myself.  He…giddy and running on adrenaline with hangover delirium and believing himself to be the on-board entertainment.  And our PC who was just ecstatic to be off-duty and determined to have a great day and chuckling at everything.

I don’t remember all of our conversations now.

I do remember him telling us he was single but open to meeting the woman of his dreams. Then he remarked maybe fate had lead us to being on the same train.

I remember telling him I was sure the vast majority of women would be attracted to a man with mud all over his trousers (hope it was mud) and who hadn’t washed or brushed his teeth and had Foster’s for breakfast.

His mates just laughed the whole journey.

Increasing my agonies was the severe delay to our train journey.  Someone had been throwing things at the trains from an overhead bridge.  There was some damage to one of the trains but also the overhead cables.  So, they had to remove the damaged train and turn the overhead wires off so that it was safe for some engineers could repair them.  No trains were able to move until the work was completed.  Everything was repaired within three hours, but that is a very long time to be trapped with someone who is totally repellent to you!

He was alright really, just ever so loud!  I was so grateful to get off the train.  Only I was horrified when he kissed me.  I told him to get off me.  Only he carried on kissing my hair.  I was pushing him away with my hands, but the fool tried to kiss me. I was outraged. His mates grabbed him.

Ay ay ay!!!!!

Then came another shorter train journey to my final destination. On the local little train there was an older lady, she was probably well into her eighties. She was wrapped up  well, but had no gloves and as I chatted with her I saw her rubbing and blowing into her red hands. Well, co-incidentally….I had forgotten my own gloves when I had left the house. When I was at the station waiting for the train and noticed how bitterly cold it was, I bought some gloves.  Only, the only pair I liked had a second pair attached. Two pairs for the price of one. So I pulled the brand new gloves out of my bag and handed them to her.  She was so pleased. She seemed to be crying tears of joy. It was lovely to end my journey chatting with a sweet gentle soul after all of the other trials of dealing with challenging passengers during my epic day on the British Rail Network.

I love having a little opportunity to be kind. Being kind is a wonderful way to achieve instant happiness. Whether you are on the bus, or train, or any other mode of transport, please be kind, be considerate, be patient and be lovely. Try not to harass or offend your fellow passengers.