Hi Folks, I’ve decided to take a bit of a break from posting for the moment. I’ve been diarying all about how things are going, but after some comments (not on WordPress), am not going to continue to talk truthfully about how this move is both blessing and frustrating me. I’ll just post some piccies instead!
When we arrived in Cardiff, these Buddleia were flowering everywhere and I’m sure, in years to come when I smell their heavy, musky scent, I’ll be taken back to this time.
Your support is so appreciated and when we are in our new home and settled, I’ll be back.
During my last broken night, in the early hours of the morning, when the streets were quiet, I had the most extraordinary experience. A man’s voice, calling out at full blast. It was both primal and feral. It wasn’t a wolf’s call or distress. It was a communication and put my hairs on end. In a matter of seconds, I heard a reply, quieter because it seemed more distance. Not the same, but alike. Like a signal. It wasn’t a dream. In these big cities, there must be many sub cultures, not just the drunks and the beggars. An underworld of hidden community. Good or evil who knows, but it had me thinking of those post apocalyptic films, a world beyond the every day.
Tuesday morning, I woke up so low, after yet another broken night’s sleep. Fed up with just wasting time here, filling days trying to find things to do. Stuck in this room, and all the extra dosh it’s costing. If it hadn’t been that Mark had an opening and we wanted to move before the restrictions changed for the worse, I would have hung on, less frustrated a bit longer. Everything just getting to me, I even ended up in tears, a rare thing for me.
Dave was brilliant and made me tell him all this. We decided to walk down to the Bay and have another look around. This time, we found the old docks. More information would be great, there was none there. We’d had a lie in, so we had at nearly lunchtime cake (yes GF Free) at a café, and chatted to an old lady about her old dog. We followed a sort of path by a hotel which lead us to a marsh area, where Swingle finally got a cooling dip. We then found ourselves on the round the Bay path, discussing which houses we would like to live in, finding out more of Cardiff. Near Cardiff dock, we found a restaurant and feasted on gammon and Dave streak and Ale pie -see my earlier comments! It took us about four hours and it really took me out of myself. We saw so much, ending back up on the barrage, where Swingle had a big swim. Aching feet, but a peace that we had found a great day out, weren’t just killing time. Now crashed out again in the room. Almost the best day yet!