My weekend feels like it fell right out a Hollywood movie. Take a enormous country house, fill it with a granny, grandad, an uncle, a mum, 2 little people, a pooch and me! Louth is a small town deep in Little Britain country which is looks like something out of a post card. My judgement may slightly be impaired as my host for this weekend is the towns vicar, and I stayed in his home the amazing Rectory which is just, well really I can't put into words how amazing this house is. Here is a picture I took back in October.
How lucky am I!!
We (the whole gang!) took a trip to Mablethorpe a small run down seaside town and walked along the beach eating hot chips. We played fetch with Miss Sanaa the dog, built sandcastles and sand angels, had long jump competitions. We all stopped off on the way home for an ice cream and even thought the hours outside in the cold were beginning to set in we happily bunched together and ate our ice creams at an outside table so the dog wasn't left out.
I baked cakes with the little people and somehow managed with my limited culinary skills to pull off cooking for 5 people, including a vegetarian and no one was poisoned :-)!! Ran around in that glorious garden playing with the dog and climbed trees with the little people. Without fail every morning said little people and the dog would come bounding into bed to say hello, even at 7.30am on a hungover Sunday I didn't mind. We read stories in front of the fire and sat around the large kitchen table to eat, all the family, I sat back a few times and just enjoyed the loud and lively debates that were taking place.
This afternoon I had the absolute honor of spending a few hours with grandad - 97 years old!!! I use the word honor because truly that's how I felt. I listened intently to his tales of life at 97 he's lived more that my 28 year old mind can imagine. He served in the Navy during two world wars and I gazed in amazement at the clock kept in a wooden box - a clock he took from a Nazi U boat in the second world war when he was an officer in the Navy which captured the vessel. He spoke about the twists and turns in life and it really was like listening to a book being read. He's a religious man and whilst myself I am not I took incredible comfort in hearing about him speak of "the lord let me know it was time" and "we don't know anything, but we're not supposed to that's the lords job".
A control freak worrier that I am it was a completely different perspective. I guess some may call it intuition, listening to your gut, or in grandads case the lord letting him know. I'm struggling to make decisions about an area of my life and listening to this amazing man and also speaking with this family, it gave me an entirely different perspective. I'd just like to point out that my own family too are amazing so don't get cross mum :-) xx
During these conversations the GI came out with a corker. In reference to being on foot patrol in Afghan but I reckon it applied to life in general "you spend you entire time worrying about where to walk, but you soon accept that it doesn't matter where you put your feet, you'll never be in control of what may come".
So on that note I better sign off before I reveal any more of my hippy side. I took plenty of pictures but can't find my cable to upload them, but I'm sure you get the jist.
Well done also to Laura who completed her first half marathon on Saturday!
Love x
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