Cornwall via Royal Stoke Hospital and Wiltshire - In the name of Thiago - Day 44



It’s been a long day.

It all started with a visit to the Central Treatment Suite at Royal Stoke and to get my dad checked out for something that was flagged last time he fell ill. We had hoped to see the consultant but didn’t and now have to comeback a week on Saturday.

Angelica and I took the late decision to plan this trip to Cornwall but to drop the old man off at my sister’s place in Winterslow, which is in rural Wiltshire.

So while yesterday was a little uneventful, today was even more so with the four of us, who became three once we left Wiltshire being stuck within the confines of a Kia Ce’ed.

It’s fair to say that Angelica and I are looking forward to some time away from Dad. He is definitely improving but he is very hard work and still expects most things to be done for him. It’s frustrating because he is still very capable. He just needs to get his confidence back that’s all. We’re getting there with him. It’s just a case of being in it for the long haul!

(I thought having my reflection in this photo would add a certain je ne sais quoi)

This is the garden of my sister’s gaff – a nice little spot in what seems like a very pleasant little community. Her neighbour Kate even came over to say hello while we had stopped off for a brew and a flapjack. Very friendly indeed.

Then it was the long haul down to my auntie’s home in Gweek – a little fishing village down on the south coast of Cornwall. It’s a lovely spot but it is so far away. The thing with coming to Cornwall is that you get to the Devon border and think ‘ooh I’m almost there’ and then it’s the best part of three hours to do the rest of the journey.

(A nice sunset somewhere along the A303)

Elisa was, as always, good as gold though so that really helped. It doesn’t matter how long the journey is she never complains and we rarely have to stop. She is a blessing that girl.

Anyway, we arrived petty much bang on nine and it’s great to see Diane and Harry again. It’s the first time that I’ve seen them since Thiago’s funeral. They are lovely people, I mean Harry can be a bit if a cantankerous git but then again he is a Mancunian so I’m definitely fine with letting him off. You know what though, they’ve always said to me that my family welcome in their home and that means a lot. I have a lot of time for them both as they've stood by me through some tough times.

Well as I said, we’ve just arrived, so I’d better go and do some socialising!

Until tomorrow folks!


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