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Ages of Discovery

I’m walking round our sprawling garden with my daughter Lily talking about our plans for the future when suddenly I find myself falling, falling into goodness knows where. When - covered in grass cuttings and soaking wet - I pick myself up, I’m hooting with laughter but poor Lily’s face is etched with concern. Have I reached the age when I ‘have falls’? On a personal level, I’ve had a pretty rubbish time of it lately with a couple of old health problems coming back to bite me and wretched nights of broken sleep with raging hot flushes (thanks, I’ve exhausted the ‘cures’ but I’m still in danger of spontaneously combusting several times each night). This time, luckily, it’s not my body letting me down but an enormous burrow, partly hidden by vegetation. Bee, our granddaughter, who is also staying with us, goes out with her daddy and grandad to inspect the hole. ‘It was bery deep,’ she confirms. ‘I throwed an apple down it.’ Comforting to know there’ll be something for me to eat if I go flying again.

Bee’s here with her mummy, daddy and baby Iris for a short holiday. We pack as much as possible into every day and get outdoors whenever we can, but, for Bee, ‘holiday’ can only mean one thing and that is a trip to the beach. Unfortunately the weather’s not in our favour, but one day when the waves aren’t too big and the wind isn’t too strong, we manage to get down to Penbryn. Considering it’s our local beach and only just down the road from us, all four adults are weighed down with bags and equipment so that every base is covered for two very tiny girls. Poor Iris; whilst every second of Bee’s first trip to the beach was caught on camera, Iris wins today’s prize for Most Ignored Baby and grumbles quietly to herself whilst Bee tears off her clothes desperate to get into the sea. Grandad scoops her up and all goes swimmingly until a rogue wave spoils the fun. ‘A WABE HAS GONE IN MY MOUTH!!’ Bee screams indignantly. From there everything goes downhill; we wolf down our picnic (sandwiches liberally laced with flying sand) and race back home with Iris who can bear it no longer and Bee who is traumatised by the sea daring to go in her mouth and freezing cold to boot.

Faster Daddy!

Iris trying to zone out!

Watch out for the wabes!
How hard can it be to eat a meal without someone crying?

After five very happy days of watching Bee and Iris discovering the world, we’ve added to the store of wonderful memories. Instead of sitting at my desk or plugging away on social media trying to flog my books, I’ve been watching Bee pull carrots or Iris chortling with baby laughter at her sister. It’s been precious and important time out.

It’s only - yikes - four weeks until the Cardiff Half Marathon and despite various lurgies, I’ve clocked up plenty of training miles (including this morning’s very soggy nine miles in the rain). Once again, I’m running to raise money for Pancreatic Cancer UK and I’m very grateful to the generous souls who’ve helped me raise 62% of my Just Giving target. Thank you so much for your support.


Quibble said…
Wabe puts stop to gyring and gimbling.
Irish Eyes said…
Lovely to see you out and about again Chris. Those falls can be scary, but as the song says "I fall down but I get back up again......" The wabes were berry big at our local beach this morning, but not too dramatic. Lovely to get a little salty fresh air, and the smell of the iodine. Brings back memories. xx

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