So, main event completed: visit to my Dad’s grave. Dead and buried, as he would himself doubtless
say have said. What did Schatz and I do on our four days in England?
Quite a lot in a short amount of time. Fortunately the weather was remarkably on all four days. Only when visiting the cemetery did we experience any precipitation – the right weather for such a visit.
Our base was Saltburn-by-the-Sea. This time a 4-star hotel, a bit of a step up from when I lived in the town in the early 90’s: a bedsit. The views! Huntcliff. The pier! Redcar steelworks. The beach, full of dog walkers and their dogs, happy as anything, tails wagging away for England. I think I even caught the sun… (Not too difficult for a redhead…)
Saturday morning meeting with my ex-maths teacher and fellow church warden, Mr N. “Call me Rob, not sir.” Yes, sir.
Saturday dinner in the Thai restaurant, where the Thai waitress spoke surprisingly good German, having overheard me and Schatz speaking in Schatz’ native language.
Sunday morning stroll through the town down the cliff path, along the beach, taking hundreds of photos on the pier, then the hike back up the cliff path (someone maybe needed an oxygen cylinder in their rucksack). Then our sore feet took us back to Emmanuel Church and the chip shop opposite, just as it opened. Small cod and chips for Schatz; jumbo battered sausage, chips and curry sauce for me. All consumed while seated on the church wall.
Finally, fed and watered, thanks to England’s liberal Sunday trading laws, back to our hotel room for a shower, followed by a lie down to let our feet cool off. Not so much strength through joy, as sweat, through joy…
Have a joyful day, won’t you!