Who Knows Where The Time Goes?
A rather ironic title if the truth be told. As I write it’s not quite five in the morning. I’ve been wide awake since four. This often happens. I wonder if the surge on the national grid, as the over fifties put on bathroom lights, then since they’re up, make a cup of tea, has a pull on the chemical in my brain? I’m not sure. Anyway, beautiful though the voice of Sandy Denny is, I couldn’t lie there any longer with it going over and over in my mind. So here I am. At the risk of encouraging another ear-worm; I’ve come to talk with you again.
Yesterday, in the office, our buyer Lisa asked me if Ebony, my daughter, would wear a red walking jacket. “When little?” I confirmed, “Yes, she had one.” I said. I went on to recall to colleagues Jon and Victoria that I’d bought it from a well known Scottish outdoor retailer, and that I had a nice photograph somewhere from many years ago with Ebony in it, holding some snowdrops, while out on one of our many adventures with Walter bear.
Walter went on all our adventures in those days, and he quite often went on some of my adventures here in the Lakes while Ebony remained at home in Scotland. I recall once in a hollow somewhere between Maiden Moor and High Spy, talking quite openly with Walter as he posed for a photograph, Castle Crag in the background. I thought we were alone, until a voice from behind said, “A fine looking bear.” I turned to find a man, older than I, sat with his flask of tea and sandwich in hand. “It’s alright,” he said, “I used to do the same for my kids when they were little.”
This evening, sometime around eleven, I’ll head out and collect my daughter, along with a few of her friends, from one of their, well, shall we say, modern micro adventures? Never knowing quite how their adventure will have gone down, I’ve replaced the small bucket in the boot of the car for long journeys, with a large bucket for short journeys, just in case anything unexpected comes up.
We still walk the hills together, my daughter and I, photography being her driving force these days, and what better place to be for it? As for Walter, well he doesn’t get out on the hill with us much these days. It’s not because he’s too old. No, sadly, I think it’s because we are, and that’s a shame.
6 February 2017 by Mark Wright
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