I suppose it is natural to have turning points in life, this past couple of weeks have produced so much that it is hard to take it in and put it in context and even to consider what you really feel about life. It was certainly not a time of unmitigated sorrow with joyous reunions and meetings such as the wonderful weekend with my Aunt Monica over in Peterborough. I'd had a busy week as evn but managed to get some films at Blackburn and Burnley and on Friday we set off for Peterborough and stopped in the town and got some shopping done having been thwarted by gridlock at M&S in Ellesmere Port. I took the opportunity with light cloud and no rain of filming at the bus station and must report that 100% of the wonderfully friendly and enthusiastic drivers returned my smiles, waves and thumbs up, many I recognised from previous visits, this covered Stagecoach and the ever delightful Delaines buses. We were still in good time after meeting up at John Lewes and getting some flowers for Monica to have a slow drive to her bungalow on the outskirts of the city. It was certainly on the 'gain' side of family when there had been deaths one after another compounded by a friends who had died in car crash, I'd heard of the loss via Gary in Rotherham but hadn't realised who it was and was so sad to find that it was shared friends that we too knew well but this was offset by the gain of not just Monica but of the cousins and other family that aunt Monica and cousin Maisie in Ireland were introducing me to all from my Irish fathers side and especially poignant with his death. We have a possible lead to he whereabouts so await developments to ensure a proper representation at his funeral, rogue or not he has given me a lot of my character, mannerisms and looks ( for better or worse) and enables me to see the influences from both my natural parents. I've gained a lot of information to add to my family tree and hopefully more clues to solve some of the mysteries surrounding events from the dark days of Ireland's past. Hints at the dilemmas faced in days of want as regards employment and peer pressure in a society both wrapped up with Britain and at the same time at war with it and it's enemies in quick succession. Certainly not always the story you expect, anyone watching Long Lost Families or Who do you think you are are seeing my journey to my heritage. The weather ahead hints at light cloud and dryness so perhaps I can tick off my film locations this coming week. The Christmas DVD orders are steaming in and I need to get these ready and do some tidying in the garden Sunday afternoon if the weather remains clement. I want to type up all the family data I've obtained before it becomes confused and I can't always ready my own hastily scribbled notes. Pictures from Peterborough bus station Friday morning. Comments are closed.
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