We are home from our lovely weekend in Shropshire. Which is located near the boarder of England and Wales. Its funny because I thought we were in Wales, but we were actually 5 miles from the boarder!
Since the beginning of May we have been planning to visit our family. We set off Friday evening at four pm. Unfortunately there was a lot of traffic so took us about six hours, but we did stop for dinner as we wanted to break the trip up for Sophia and Archie. We enjoyed a quick dinner and the children had a play and run around which was great after sitting in traffic for a while.
We finally arrived at around ten pm and it was so lovely to see my sister-in-law and niece in their beautiful new home. We stayed up till around twelve am having a look around her lovely new home, enjoying a cup of tea and some great conversation.
We woke up at seven am on Saturday morning. Our day consisted of looking around the lovely lake Vrynwy and walking around Llangedwyn. It was so green and bright there was a lovely feel to the dusty road, thick wooden fences and beautiful trees. The children and of course my husband had a lovely time running around together.
My husband grew up near lake Vrynwy, and attended the village school. I got to see the house he grew up in, the park he played in, and some other very special places that marked his early life. It was lovely.
The most amazing thing about life, is that it doesn’t change as quickly as you do. My husband’s childhood, the place that he grew up, hasn’t changed, I think the only thing he noticed was that the building had been modernised and fitted with new double glazed windows. Seeing where he grew up reminded me of the feelings I had to’ing and fro’ing between England and South Africa growing up. At eleven I couldn’t understand how South Africa hadn’t changed every time my parents took me back to visit. Everything I once remember was still the same. Life seems to move at great speeds sometimes, you mistakenly accept that everything else you once knew and experienced has miraculously changed too. But I found this quiet the contrary and learnt this at a young age. The trees, and particular flowers I once remembered in my street growing up were exactly the same. The dreams and memories I had cemented in my mind, were in fact real, they were the same. Life in South Africa was always how I had remembered. I can still picture my Primary School, Umkomaas Primary. The red bricks and the large blue iron gates, and brick stairs leading into the school. The school hall to the right and reception the left. The lockers straight in-front, and just under a brick walkway and across the paving was the huge green field, where we played P.E. and ran around during lunch times. I remember my first ever classroom. My grade one teacher had blonde hair. I remember my desk and the Art that surrounded the classroom. There was a green chalk board at the front of the classroom and the old fashioned wooden desk the teacher sat at just next to the chalk board. I remember the huge windows, looking out onto the school field, and I remember feeling so small in what felt like a huge classroom.
Seeing where my husband grew up brought back all this ‘life’ for me, the memories, the feelings, the experiences. It is wonderful how the mind works, how memories work. How they are brought back to us in the most unexpected moments and experiences. The same feelings. The realness, it still exists in our mind as if it was just yesterday we experienced it.
We were lucky to meet some lovely people who let the children stroke their friendly dogs, Archie and Sophia both absolutely loved it, the dog licked Sophia’s hand and she was so delighted with her kiss. Both of my children absolutely love animals and it is so special to see their faces filled with such happiness, and their squeals of laughter.