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Published: December 23rd 2020
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Day 267 of the Covid diary . I got up early and I shopped . Things were much the same apart from the traffic light system letting us in the shop. Green for go. Red dont you dare come in until we tell you. It did seem to work . I was early so the light was green and the doors opened . Shopping was done quickly . I wondered what shopping would be like when we moved . If we moved . The supermarket was bigger than the one I was used to. I wondered how busy it would be at 7am in the morning . Would it be as empty as this one ? I would have to wait to find out. Somehow my head felt like bursting will all the thoughts of how Covid would affect us with moving . Would we get stopped on the way? What would our new home actually look and feel like when we arrived . Some many thoughts going through my head .
My walk took me this morning past the playing fields . Would there be playing fields were we were moving to ? Yes there were and a bowling
green. I had walked past this bowling green at home a few times but never noticed the replica bowling balls before . I stood in front them . I could see myself reflected in them. I walked past the Island Pond and saw something new . A car number plate with a welsh badge displayed . The words Croeso written on a slate plaque outside the gates . The seagulls were sitting on the fence squawking like angry teenagers disagreeing with each other. Birkenhead pigeons. That is what we used to call them . According to mum they would come inland when the weather was poor out at sea . It seems now that they come in all year round regardless of the weather.
I walked around Stubbing Pond - again for the last time . The pond looked lovely in the morning light . The leafless trees were reflected in the water . I said my farewells to Salem Chapel , I had never got to see the inside nor had I managed to see inside Wingerworth Church .
Tuesday my last walk up Top Road and into muddy Hardwick Wood. Potholed and unmade. Hardwick wood was
lovely in the Spring and Summer . Even the colours of Autumn made it a lovely walk . I wondered what it would look like in the snow. I realised that this type of living was more suitable to the young . I would have loved to have lived here when younger when not now . Nice to walk . Hard to live in. The middle of nowhere did not quite appeal so much to live in .
Saturday - Middle Road . I stood by a garden full of Christmas cheer . Blown up Father Christmas and snowmen , icicles hanging from trees and eaves . I found the path that led up to Bole Hill. Sadly it went through someones garden. I never did find my way up there . I explored Cross Road that led to a wood . I had to walk back as there was no through way to Bottom Road. Our move was just around the corner . Next Friday there would be no going back . Our new life in Wales again would begin . I was saying my last goodbyes to Wingerworth . The packing is done and it is time to go.
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Home and Away
Bob Carlsen
Even when we look forward in anticipation to a move to our forever home...
leaving behind a home is still nostalgic. As the Bard says "Parting is such sweet sorrow."