Oxenholme

This is the train leaving Oxenholme with my precious son aboard.  I am so sad to see him go as we have had such a good few days and i'll miss him.  But go he must.  He is 23 and has his own life to live and I know he is happy.  

He seemed preoccupied on the car journey to the station.  Already departed in some ways.  I am not sure when I will see him again and didn't want to put any pressure on.  Still we have the wonders of modern technology which make distance less.

By the time I got home there were two lovely texts from him which pleased me although I still have a heavy heart.