And Mum leaves the UK
Wednesday 20 Jul 11 - Friday 22 Jul 11 19 °C
The following day, on Wednesday the 20th of July 2011, a miracle occurred in Aberaeron. The sun came out, and even more remarkably, stayed out! Wow! Mum and I went for a long run in the morning, along the river and up past the church, enjoying the fresh air.
We made the best of the weather and did some work in the garden. Instead of trying to chop off a branch of a dead tree, I decided it would be a better idea to hack away at the diseased part of the trunk with an axe, to see if we couldn’t get rid of the entire problem in one go.
Three hours of hard work later and it was almost done. Now we had to make sure the tree wasn’t going to crush us, and a bit of manoeuvring allowed us to direct the fall towards the road. Only one car had passed since we’d started work, and thankfully, none were passing when the branch fell, either. We ventured down, cleared the path and retired to the house for some much-needed rest.
On Thursday morning, Mum’s ridiculous idea of a swim came up once again. Given that it was a good few degrees cooler than the previous day, and overcast, I wasn’t too keen on the idea, but agreed to tag along to New Quay.
We met Mair there, as well as Connie, Mair’s mother-in-law, and while the four women went in, I stayed on the shore and skimmed rocks. There were some very, very good rocks on New Quay beach.
We had a coffee break while the swimmers tried to get the feeling back in their fingers and toes, then bid each other good bye, as we went back to Abers to pick up Gramps from his walk.
The first England vs. India test had started, in a series that would turn out to be brilliant for the Poms, and hence painful for me to watch, so after an hour or two of gardening – clearing out the greenhouse, spreading some tanbark, digging out weeds – I went inside while Mum kept working (she never stops!).
She did go out for dinner in the evening, though, to say goodbye to her Aberaeron-based friends until her next visit.
On Friday morning, our last day in Abers and Mum’s last day in the UK, we went for a long run past Llanerchaeron, a national trust property similar to Ripponlea Estate back home. They’ve also got a nice café backing out on to a grassy bank over the river, and we managed to convince Grampy to go there rather than the Celtic for once.
We said a teary goodbye and got going. Mum had a flight from Stansted Airport, outside London, and a lot can go wrong on a six-plus hour drive.
But it didn’t. Unusual that it didn’t really, given Mum’s record of disastrous events on trips to the UK. There was a stop for an hour or two in Cardiff, to say goodbye to Trace and Rich and Mol, and then she was off, back to join the rest of the family in Melbourne.