With 48 of the required 50 poems for my next collection complete, I took a week off…and invited my mother to stay. I had few expectations of the fun factor the week would hold, but had a pleasant surprise.
We went somewhere everyday, which is novel in itself as most days I spend attached to my computer. We investigated old haunts from my childhood…Virginia Water lake, the meadows at Runnymede. Not much had changed except the car park fees, and it was fun. Mum reminisced and we talked a lot about Dad, something we’ve not done really since he died seven years ago. As we strolled, slowly, in the sun, I felt old angers passing away, and for the first time really felt as though we could achieve friendship.
We spent a long time at the Walled Garden in Sunbury, marvelling over the Millenium Embroidery and the collection of clematis plants. We inhaled scents of lavender and over blown roses and ate cake with a clear conscience. I vented a few choice words at a thoughtless geezer trying to bully an elderly woman out of her parking space for a change in pace and all in all we had a brilliant day.
Another trip took us to Oakhurst Cottage, a little known National Trust gem in a beautiful Surrey village near Godalming and onwards to Jane Austen’s home in Chawton. Both were beautiful and redolent of a completely different England.
The crowning glory for me though, was Mum’s face when we entered the Watts Mortuary Chapel on our visit to the Watts Gallery in Compton. It is one of my favourite places. It’s beauty is breathtaking, inside and out, and Watt’s Gallery, with its sensitive refurbishment to former glory is a must for anyone with an interest in art, the Arts and Crafts movement and Victorian times in general.
I hope Mum had a good holiday because I certainly did, and I didn’t have to spend a night out of my own bed! I return to my computer, ready to write the last two poems, edit the collection and begin my new journey as an Olympic Storyteller.