My dad turned 66 on the 7th, making him
king for the day. We started our morning (afternoon) with a lovely breakfast my
step-mother had prepared in a sitting room filled with flowers which shed
picked and decorated in celebration. After breakfast we went for a little
trundle through the winding roads and rolling fields near my dad's home, a
daily tradition I suspect will be to thank for the longevity of his life. If
you've never lived in a big city, you might not notice how fresh the air is in
the countryside and how lovely it is to inhale with ease. Sending you to bed
each night for an unbreakable and restful night's sleep.
I have been super lazy as of late and haven't been exercising, so after the 45
minute country walk, my step-mother and I went for a country run too. On the
way back, dripping in sweat, I came across a box offering free pears and took
one for me and three for the horses I'd seen on my way up the road.
Since meeting my husfriend, a horse in the
Chinese calendar, I've found myself sharing quite magical moments with the
to tame some wild ones enough to bring them in for a cuddle in the hills
ofMadrid, and lucking out with the odd snuggle from random ones I find
behind pasture gates. There are animals everywhere in the countryside, offering
up an opportunity to make friends with the creatures which for the most part
remain for us city folk in a field or factory far away. I grew up vegetarian, both
my parents still are, but I share the views of the First Nations people on the
use of animal by products for food or otherwise, and being a 'Flexitarian',
will eat the odd bit of meat if offered to me by someone who has prepared it.
But connecting to animals makes it much harder to agree to.
After our run, we showered up and took the train into London (which required
two paper tickets) to meet my siblings and their offspring at one of our
favourite fam jam restaurants, Wahaca.
Since it opened about six or seven years back, it has had sustainability at the
forefront of its operations and has become one of my fast favourites
as the food is delicious and the prices are low enough it won't break the bank.
My youngest brother is at York University and my middle sister live in Canada,
so there were a few 'sproggettes' missing, leaving me, my dad and step mum, my
eldest brother and his beautiful wife with their daughter Viv, and my youngest
very pregnant sister (you
can follow her blog here) and my nephew Leo cuddled around a cosy
table. Apart from the paper menu, some napkins, and the receipt and card
receipt at the table, nothing went to waste.
After our meal we all departed for the station, giving love to our sweet papa
before headed off our separate ways. I headed back on the train with my dad and
step-mum, passing out for the duration of the journey, when we got
home my dad made a fire and poured us a few drinks and we sat around once more
feeling grateful for the luck which has blessed our family into this cosy way