A place

the buddies my daughter works alongside and I assisted with last year suggested to visit 

In Shropshire 

An Amazing

experience over time in a journey back on the coach. It no longer stops in the town needed currently. The cycle route works turning a town near to it, upside down awhile. The coaches and buses taken many different diversions 

A few  road traffic accidents delayed us awhile, on approaching the town at the allotted time.  One now disembarks to catch a connecting bus, which fortunately was running late. I just managed to catch this connection . At this bus stop was a medic tending to someone here. 

The array of vehicles on a journey, yachts travelling wide berth on the roads. The holiday makers, the military. Car transporters. One is witnessing much in watching the world go by from a coach window. 

With the diversion into this town, it took us up on hills not seen in widowhood. The time of this coach different to the norm. This benefited the new experiences of leaving a different bay at London Victoria and leaving early to arrive into the county of Cornwall still in daylight 

Vivid bright daylight exposed the breathtaking taking views in much glory, usually seen at dusk into dark in another sense, the roads so familiar I know where we are from the curve of the bendy roads in this darkness  ... 

The family archives

exchanged last evening (Monday). The time to dig out a rare photo  still here after the en masse clearance after a tragedy ...

My maternal grandparents in the 1920s ... we may never know our grandparents without crinkles unless the generations mate early on early or good youthful genes ... my Mum had me a week after the celebration of her 21st as it was then ... my grandparents had the Twins (mum) in her 30s ... 

The kid had some insight into the photos and memories kept from others not seen. That happens either if you are not interested or in our case too much that items were destroyed or lost in a clearance

We had a fascinating evening from afar. She had more things given for her Daddy Memory book which was suggested by those down there, with so much going in the loss enmasse ... at that time back in the recent past now ... 

I suppose I

better start thinking about where I will be installed ... this always the tricky part to get out to do what once I did ... as second nature.... 

At least my daughter is safely installed with a God mother ... the matriarch who gels the clan from far and wide including the skeletons in the cupboards ... our paternal Grandmother constantly bearing a child from the late 1920s to the 1940s and running a bed and breakfast with this young brood along with the older ones A legendary cook and the first born out of wedlock, considered much different back then ... We did not know much until later years of a lot until even last year when my Mum told me some more pieces of hushed up titbits ... which I cannot disclose considering it would be hurtful to those still alive ... 

A post op recovery, a journey

start, funeral preps for another young family at the place where my in laws worshipped. A young husband and father promoted to glory while at work. 

The very essence of a trail where I have started in electronic form. The settings so many fail on setting up accounts. We have a few in the family who put us in the right direction of security controls on all social media and more .... 

The flip of social and business on the onset of a death. The initial death defining emails through to my care to the evolving way it will be in transcending into the next phases. The archive, delete, the chronology of things still to decide on which way forward in spreading the failings on the learnings ... 

A story, a film, a paper, a book, a law change, a petition, a not for profit, a charity, a knit and chat, so many facets subtle or just reside back where I grew and do what I do again ... with the inspiring scenery so many I know do already in the artistry or craft ... the artists, the potters, the shop keepers, the window designers, and many small businesses, authors and so on ... 

Preps

for adjusting to some major changes in minor steps, almightily thankful my nagging pain aches are healing after six weeks ... from all conventional and alternate ways ... 

The seagulls

the sun and a death announcement of someone in the modern way, notifying being Promoted to Glory, he that leaves behind a Mum and Dad,  a wife and a young family ... 

This sun more spring like in light. A sister who hardly slept last night after the hand op yesterday. The fresh throb after the area comes around initially... 

The way she told of her floppy arm just like the scene from Harry Potter. Yes I have expericed my legs not doing anything. My mind still telling me to move from the operating table to assist those moving me. All a surreal experience ... 

My travels take me later in a week. I have gentle tasks each day, aiding the rest restorative this week last. The ease of all round.. I am back on the coach. I find it less stressful than train. I had a deal I used after my £5 city to city coach journey to attend a Diamond Wedding Anniversary and join in a road trip down to Kernow. There are many trips one could do in a day for a fiver each way ... plus a oyster journey ...  etc etc etc Or a stop over at a city lodge or inn in budget deals ... 

I have a way to go ... to go beyond my cycle of current journeys. I am still recovering from two new journeys to familiar towns not travelled awhile ... Sourhampton and the Bristol area ...