Totnes - a favourite town
Our recent trip to visit our family in the UK in February was a quick three week affair which passed in a gluttony of meals out with different groups of people, visiting and a general impression of talking and listening a lot. I visited my family eight years ago previous to this trip.
We found a little time to visit our old haunts in between family commitments.
After a decade and a half of living elsewhere I felt very much a visitor and observer in England. The country and I guess the family has moved on without me. In fact (for now) it has left a feeling of ‘not belonging’ anywhere. I’m sure this is shared by many emigrants who leave their place of birth particularly as adults. I have no ‘history’ here in NZ outside of the past 15 years and in my birthplace I have no ‘present’. I have missed the later lives and deaths of three of our parents, marriages, births, joy and upheavals of my siblings and the many milestones of their offspring.
There is always a price to pay with any major life decision. I like living here and we have created a relatively good life for ourselves. This is my home, it is where my children have grown into adults and become independent. It’s just sometimes the ramifications of my choice resurrect feelings I thought I had come to terms with, I guess it’s the cost of revisiting a place/people that hold your past.
The trip however, did bring lots of pleasure, not least spending time with my mum, brothers and sisters, one of them being my twin. I got to visit ‘Spin a yarn’ and enjoyed some time with the knitting group who meet there. I unexpectedly sat beside someone I had previously met more than 20 years ago at a natural dye class on Dartmoor. I spent a delightful morning revisiting Coldharbour mill, now a working museum in Uffculme on a very chilly day. I reluctantly crept past a class of weavers on the top floor of the building studiously working at their looms. I couldn’t resist buying a few skeins of the yarn from the shop (although choice was limited).
The weather was pretty good for February with only one really wet day. The effects of January’s torrential rain in Devon were still apparent.
Our two children managed to fit in a trip to Glasgow to visit two of their cousins and London.
I was reminded of how far away I live after 30 plus hours of plane travel, but on arrival a beautiful sunny morning in Christchurch made me glad to be home.