For the love of Cornwall - In the name of Thiago - Day 50
I love this bloody
place. Cornwall is a county determined to do things at its own pace. Yes it can
be frustrating, I tried to plan a few things while we were there and one thing that
really hit home on this visit is that there is never really a timetable. It’s more
a rough idea of when things might happen if say the weather’s not too bad or if
anyone can be arsed. Suffice to say they definitely tend to be more arsed in
the summer months when there’s money to be made!
Cornish people are
incredibly proud, proud of their beautiful landscape, their astonishing
coastline, their rich fishing and mining heritage. Proud of their language,
proud of their flag. With perhaps the exception of the red and white rose of
Lancashire and Yorkshire respectively, is there a more easily identifiable county
flag than Cornwall’s? And even the Yorkies and Lankies don't have their own language!
I sense if I lived in
Cornwall though, I would get frustrated so perhaps it is a place for me just to
be a perennial visitor. I feel comfortable that way and there is so much to see
whenever I come down. Angelica loves it here and so does Elisa. And for as long
as my wonderful auntie Diane and Uncle Harry are happy for me to get down there
then I’ll continue to do it. You pissed down all week and were broadly closed
but gees you know what, I love you Cornwall!
But it is now back to
reality. Angelica starts back at work tomorrow and I know she’s a little nervous
about it and that’s perfectly understandable. December 26, 2018 was her last
day at the hospital, I remember it well as I was away with Elisa and slightly
nervous when she rang me to say she’d been sent home by work as she was feeling
unwell. That then became the start of her maternity leave.
When women return to
work from maternity leave, they are usually full of conflicted feelings about leaving
their little one and simply not being around them all the time. Christ only
knows what Angelica must be feeling. My pain is real and constant and there are
still things which I can’t quite bring myself to do. As a mum, that feeling must
be even more intense.
In many ways throwing
myself so wholeheartedly at my fundraising, though it is a wonderful thing to
be doing as I’m continuously reminded, it is perhaps keeping me from addressing
other things. Maybe it is but perhaps it’s just good for me and it’s that
simple. I guess I’ll know when it starts to become too much.
One man who always helps
me when it starts to become too much is this big lovely fella, Jamie Hickey. We
had a lovely little catch up today as he was passing through on his way back to
the south coast from Manchester. I filled him with oatcakes and he filled me
with fundraising ideas. It seemed like a damn fine swap to me.
As if any further
reminder of monotony setting in was needed, I do now need to go off and make
the sandwiches for tomorrow. Thanks for reading folks and keep donating and sharing with your friends and contacts.
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