(revitalised)
Sometimes you need the comfort of the familiar, familiar faces, familiar stories, familiar glasses of wine.
This too shall pass, they said, but bloody hell… so our trip to darkest Cumbria was both long overdue and doubly welcome.
At great cost, weather had been arranged, sunrises and sunsets booked, although there was little draw to the outside terraces -save for our die hard smokers – the views remained spectacular.
The healing power of conversation among friends where something that took place ten years ago, is as but yesterday, and while witty repartee is ever fresh, it still draws on wells of humour dug/watched/read or lived, in a time before memory.
Laughter is, I’m told, a species of stationary jogging. Well then, we certainly got our steps in. At several points my (and others I’m quite sure) face and sides were sore from unrestrained humour.
We traditionally eat haggis as an easy meal on the Saturday, I’m generally required to address it (and I did), but it’s words from Tam O’Shanter, that I think encompass my weekend best;
” kings may be blessed, but Tam was glorious – ore all the ill’s o’ life victorious…”
Troubles, yes, but you need to remember to count the blessings too.
Next week on IaDL : A treatise on the unfairness of fate no doubt…
