Thursday, 4 November 2010
Life is an uphill climb, but the view is worth waiting for!!!
I'm putting two pictures up today, the first if you look closely there is a pointed hill in the background,this is Shutingslow and it's where Trousers and I walked on Saturday. It's a really tough climb, as it's almost vertical in parts. When you get to the top you can see three counties, Cheshire, Staffordshire and Derbyshire all around you. In the distance you can see the city of Manchester, Shropshire and on a really clear day Wales. We walked up and down the hill, through Macclesfield Forest and and then back up to the car about 9 miles of tough walking.
The bottom picture is just taken a little further over towards the Roaches and again if you look carefully up on the hill, as if next to the beech tree, is a farmhouse. For ten years this is where I lived. We bought it derelict, my sister's family and mine. It was only basically habitable for some time. But we bought it for the views, for the three acres of land, and for the opportunity to give our then three children an idyllic childhood of den making and exploring, and a village school to start them off.
Between these two times 22 years have passed. Some of them wonderful and some unbelievably difficult. We moved into that house, as our Mum hadn't long died, and my sister and I realised the value of family ,so thought we needed to keep us together for a while. We lived in the house for ten years, during which my husband walked out on me. Which caused pain and distress to all of us living there.
Eventually I moved to where I live now, my sister now lives ten minutes walk away.And I got on with being a single parent to my two beloved sons.
Finally now they are both happy and settled. The eldest lives in London and is having a great time there with a job he loves and a fantastic social life, by the sound of it. The youngest lives with me, but has a wonderful serious girlfriend, a job (finally) and has left his life of crime behind him.
As for me, I'm content and occasionally happy. Although at the moment I'm preoccupied with my 5th anniversary of having had breast cancer. An anniversary that when it happens means that I'm no longer seen as in remission, I'm cured! This however isn't the post to deal with that issue, cause I haven't quite reached the day I'm marking as the Big C Cure day, and I know I'll need to write about that.
This is more a celebration of me having found myself. I have a good life, a great couple of jobs, I live in an amazingly beautiful part of the world. I have more or less enough money, there is enough to put food on the table, buy me books to read, to treat myself now and again to a new purse and to be able to stick a bunch of flowers in the weekly shopping basket!
Emotionally I am at peace with me. Not sure how I've got that, except I think it is a combination of having dealt with what life has thrown at me, being 56, and writing it all down for the last three years.
Really I want for nothing..... well ,enough money to travel business class would be good, but absolutely not essential!