I have been nervous walking since the terrible fall, I have a Zimmer frame so I can have a glimpse of old age but I have some entrancing moments from the last blog.I slept on the hammock all night under the stars. Joe lighted the garden with candles and he lay beside me all the night,it’s was wonderful and we shared our memories until we went to sleep,it was a magical night, I loved it!!!
We went to Silverdale with my sister Sue, we sat on the grass and watched the sunlight go down beneath the sea and we listened to a flock of dunlin. I am in peace there, no crowds and no major roads and no shops.
Silverdale is deep in my heart, there is sensational scenery. I have been there numerous times when I was healthy, we went to a limestone walk through the tangled woods called ‘fairy steps’, and went to quaint villages with chapels and unusual pubs and the spectacular, breathless sunsets over the sea. The coastline are pebbles and the tides are dramatic and when the sea is out the wading birds feed in the river and the calling is melodious and enchanting. They have original art, pottery and crafts studios, a Buddhist centre with meditation groups and a bird sanctuary.The villages are connected to train stations and local people are so friendly. If I hadn’t had MND I would retire there. Manchester is an hour drive and quicker on the train.
You should plan to go for a weekend or a full day and see the sunset in Silverdale and Arnside, go to the Woodhead Hotel it’s hidden so you have to ask a local and go on the train from Arnside over the estuary to Grange and visit the chocolate shop.
We went to Martin Mere on Saturday with Chris and saw the 33,000 pink footed geese… It was a sunny day and the mere has a heated wheelchair accessible hide and we could see the thousands of birds bobbing in the mere in the twilight, it was wondrous. Look at the three colours in the sky in the photograph.
We went to Chorlton Water Park with Joe, it was dusk and the delicate leaves were hanging the trees like baubles,and geese swooped over our heads they had a homing call. I also went to Delemere forest with Ruth at the weekend the scent from the pine trees and breeze and the sun and rain all together was gorgeous. I try to get wondrous moments between the pain and sleep.
Every day has a moment …but you have to look !!!
I can speak of my demise or my losses but it gets you into a negative frame of mind, it’s my choice about thoughts. When people tell you about your day it’s usually negative.
I could think about my pain as my morphine was increased as my shoulder was so intolerable or I could think about my loss when I can’t walk and I have to go the cinema in the wheelchair or my hunger when I see and smell food and I am silent but I want to shout.
Instead I can think the best moments, yesterday…..the cherry tree was beautiful …. Autumnal hues and the wind and rain lashing on the roof made me cosy. Alex lighted the candles when I came down, Cheryl my friend popped in, Ava loved the new walker and she had a smile, bouquets of flowers reflect the autumn, I watched film about Northern Soul which triggered memories from my teenager years.
You have beautiful moments every day ..tell them to others and they become real.