Bank holiday!

The words, August Bank holiday now bring a very different reaction from me than it used to.
Invariably it meant a trip to see my mother when the children were small.
My mum lived very close to Blackpool.
It was perfectly possible to do it in a day but often we made it into a weekend.
Driving from the town in Lancashire where we lived it was a journey of a couple of hours at most .....unless it was a bank holiday.
In my memory it was a much longer journey...joining queues of cars moving very slowly , approaching the promised land, there was a prize for the first one to spot the Tower in the distance.
The children were always excited...going to see grandma was never a problem, it was getting home later that was.
As my husband was a bank manager who had to get into work on the following day the journey was essential.
It was also a mistake.
Long queues stretched for miles approaching Preston...it was possible to be stationary for several minutes in order to get back.
Over the years we tried various alternatives until the motorway was built...but by that time we had moved anyway.
So August Bank holiday has overtones of dread...edging inch by inch to the promised land and then much later needing to get home to allow my husband to get to work in good time on Tuesday morning.
Here in Cornwall a remarkable number of people will turn up but now it doesn’t matter. I shall just stay put!
The traffic moving past the house will not affect me. I won’t attempt to go out.
But it’s good to remember times past...any visitors will be welcome but mostly I shall just be quiet, listening to the slow moving traffic coming and going.
So be it Lord....

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