Each time I visit Mum in Lincoln, we inevitably go out to one of the many walks around the countryside or woodland in Lincolnshire (as you’ve seen from many posts on the subject!). There is a good choice of places to go, they often aren’t too busy and they all have their own charm. Some are more favoured than others, and this wood in particular is one of my favourites and has been written about a lot. I’ve been going there since 2002-ish, I think, and it was somewhere that Mr VP and I visited when we had just met, so it it holds a lot of good memories. We love it there; each time I visit there is something new to see, clothed in familiarity. I know all of the walks and what will greet us at every turn. I also know the sounds of the woods, the sounds of pine creaking and the sound of the bullfinch’s song. It is a place, banked in my memory, that will forever be synonymous with happiness.
And last weekend, we went to say goodbye to it. Why? Well, my Mother, seeing how settled we are in Northumberland, and loving the area herself, has decided to move up to be with us. You see, the journey from Northumberland to Lincoln is a very long one indeed; depending on roadworks/ traffic, it can take up to four hours. As we want to see one another regularly, it’d mean 380-mile round-trips, planning ahead in advance and a lot of time on the road. I am extremely excited over this new chapter in our family’s life – and obviously I’m excited that I’ll be able to pop over for tea and knitting advice (and cake!) on a regular basis! Of course we’ll visit, to see people and for long weekends, but it won’t be that regular presence in our year like it has been for the last decade. Whilst it is sad saying goodbye to places, I know that there will be many more hellos that we’ll make up here as Mum acquaints herself with Northumberland.