Sunday October 5, 2008
This morning we took the crappy Graham had extracted from the garage down to the town dump and then went on to the holiday camp so’s he could complete the job of removing his stuff from the caravan, handing the keys back to the owners.
This was a rather sad event, ripe with melancholic undertones. The holiday camp has been a part of our lives for so very long that a final parting was bound to have pain as well as joy. Moving on always carries an element of leaving things and people behind.
I took a last stroll around the camp, gazing down at a wind-torn sea, then returned to wait in the caravan before the drama turned to histrionics.
It was the first really autumnal day, too, with a chill wind and constant piercing drizzle. The sort of day better spent indoors in the warm rather than sitting in a cold and damp caravan.
The job got done, though, and Graham can now tick off two major elements from his list, the most onerous of them all.
I got thoroughly chilled, and now my legs and hips are extracting their due payment. I’ll take a break for the rest of the day. Thank goodness for a well-stocked cellar.
