Hi Tony, I read your article with huge interest because of course I knew Ruth and I have stayed at the caravan once and I remember the baker etc as well as the tranquil setting and I'm sure your mum would have been very proud of you and Nick fulfilling her very last wish to go there and be there forever. You're write so beautifully and a joy to read your articles.
A wonderfully detailed and touching read. I once holidayed as a child in Beer, a lovely little village and almost killed myself running down a hill that was too steep for such activity, quickly accelerating to the point I was a human missile, mercifully brought to a halt by an unimpressed thorn bush of some description, which tore my legs to shreds. Happy days! Just as you report I would be up before breakfast and straight out to explore. We only went there because it was my turn again to pick where we went so I stuck to my choice of funny names, as the previous holiday in Looe had been a success. You write so beautifully it brings all this stuff back. Dust flies from the brain.
Hi Mick, any part of this that was able to touch anyone else is good news. I'm wondering if you were running down the very steep short "causeway" to the beach itself, that one you can really feel! It's funny, my brother remembered Beer - from being a kid - for the "river" that runs down the main road. Sure enough, it turned out to be a stream, but the memory itself was still correct.
And I can't close without asking, based on your holiday-choosing decisions: How was your week in Pratt's Bottom?
i have looked up Pratt's Bottom - and yes, we can pardon the phrase - now that we're in Kent but it's a long, long way away. One day though. We did have a place called Newdigate near us once that always raised a smile. Our doctors are in a village called Lyminge. Most people, myself included, pronounce that Limminge. However, a lot of small places round here have French names so some people actually call it Le Minge. Always take a while before you can reply to them.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful remembrance and loving journey of your mother. And your friend. Blessings to you and your brother.
Hi Tony, I read your article with huge interest because of course I knew Ruth and I have stayed at the caravan once and I remember the baker etc as well as the tranquil setting and I'm sure your mum would have been very proud of you and Nick fulfilling her very last wish to go there and be there forever. You're write so beautifully and a joy to read your articles.
Thank you for sharing all this, Mania.
You've made me cry again xx
Hopefully in a nice way.
A wonderfully detailed and touching read. I once holidayed as a child in Beer, a lovely little village and almost killed myself running down a hill that was too steep for such activity, quickly accelerating to the point I was a human missile, mercifully brought to a halt by an unimpressed thorn bush of some description, which tore my legs to shreds. Happy days! Just as you report I would be up before breakfast and straight out to explore. We only went there because it was my turn again to pick where we went so I stuck to my choice of funny names, as the previous holiday in Looe had been a success. You write so beautifully it brings all this stuff back. Dust flies from the brain.
Hi Mick, any part of this that was able to touch anyone else is good news. I'm wondering if you were running down the very steep short "causeway" to the beach itself, that one you can really feel! It's funny, my brother remembered Beer - from being a kid - for the "river" that runs down the main road. Sure enough, it turned out to be a stream, but the memory itself was still correct.
And I can't close without asking, based on your holiday-choosing decisions: How was your week in Pratt's Bottom?
i have looked up Pratt's Bottom - and yes, we can pardon the phrase - now that we're in Kent but it's a long, long way away. One day though. We did have a place called Newdigate near us once that always raised a smile. Our doctors are in a village called Lyminge. Most people, myself included, pronounce that Limminge. However, a lot of small places round here have French names so some people actually call it Le Minge. Always take a while before you can reply to them.