Yesterday, my husband the old sea dog, turned 70. Nobody really believes he is THAT old and he certainly doesn’t look it. When we were young, people that old were bordering on fossilisation, but we seem to be ageing differently these days, and keeping ourselves young and fit.
We had a great day, just pottering about and took a lovely walk up into the Fairy Woods with the little dog, managing to lose her during games of hide and seek! The wallow, used by the deer, was more like Lake Titicaca with all the rain we’ve had recently. We lit the fire and played scrabble and laughed a lot over tea and crumpets (or that’s what they called themselves on the packet)
Later, we went through to one of our boys, James (the tv star!)and his family, for a fondue and indoor fireworks. The fondue was delicious and lasted for hours – the best sort of meal. The Birthday Boy was truly spoiled and celebrated with the generous birthday present of five gold tickets. I’d never heard of such a thing, but think it quite brilliant. As the kids are dotted across the world, busy with their own lives and families, their gift to him, a whole day one to one, is a fabulous idea. When they were little, they were a collective – inevitable when you have five and an extremely demanding work life, and, as they grew, he had to find out anew, who they are, as they did him. They had to learn a new friendship.
We stayed over, and woke to play with the grandchildren on another rainy morning. Then, after a cooked breakfast (as if we needed more food) we went for the wettest walk in years, getting completely soaked, even through big ass waterproofs and we didn’t mind at all. Once you’re wet, you’re wet! The massive waterfall was spectacularly swollen with the rains, and the sound of it drowned out all conversation. We just looked up and marvelled.
Back home, we booked our flights to London next week. Another adventure and this one takes us to meet our littlest grand-daughter, born on Boxing Day.