I was in desperate need of sunshine and so headed off for the big yellow thing indicated on the met office map. The direction I was going in is the first part of the journey I normally do when I head down to mum and dad’s. It wasn’t long before I was in tears thinking I’ll just keep going down there and come back tomorrow...bonkers, or what. I didn’t. Common sense got the better of me but it made me ponder on what I often have done - the schizophrenic split between the two.

Down there has a root that is in every cell of my body, stamped in my DNA. Even though I wasn’t born there and mum and dad only lived there permanently when they retired, mum was expecting me when they first went and then every holiday was spent there and then increasing amounts of time as I grew up. I might have written this before somewhere here but I clearly remember in my teens wondering what lay ahead and thinking that the man I fell in love with would be the personification of the place. And both men, in their different ways, absolutely were.

Living here though is where almost all my adult life has been. So much of me is here. It is where I live and work.

I don’t know what to make of it all. Maybe somewhere entirely different but I suspect Edna is right....
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46464/time-does-not-bring-relief-you-all-have-lied

Anyway, I found some sun and this fella who made me chuckle, and walked.