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The End of the Dream

July 22, 2012

Tuesday was our 41st wedding anniversary and I took Stella to Wales for the day.  We had a lovely meal in The Red Lion at Llanasa then moved on to Prestatyn, where we walked up the prom’ from Barkby Beach in a freshening breeze with gulls screaming overhead.

Between barnacled groynes the beach was virtually deserted except for a chap in a balaclava reclining in a deckchair, and distantly offshore, weird in the haze, rose ranks of wind turbines with blades spinning.  We fed a one-legged herring gull before heading home with our roof-light open to the late sun.

Of course, this week’s post has to be about Talacre again, with further extracts from my diary…

 

Monday 12/04/10, Talacre

 

5 pm:  Sitting here alone, comfortably propped on cushions in my favourite corner, it doesn’t feel like goodbye.  Outside, that familiar view of tall trees rearing against the sky.  Everything normal and permanent-seeming.  Woodpigeons calling again, the mist cleared now save a last milky trace over the hills.  A novel rests against my right thigh, Robert Barnard’s A Fall From Grace.

Yet goodbye it is – goodbye to our much loved caravan, sold on Saturday afternoon…

At Llanasa this afternoon, following a half at The Red Lion, I fell into conversation with a young clergyman.  There was a lively humour in his blue eyes.  The startling thing about him was that he had a powerful motorbike.  Wearing a dog collar and silver helmet, he rode away with only a muted roar.

 

Tuesday 13/04/10

 

Midnight:  I shall always remember the oystercatchers this morning, dozens of them clustered along a spit of sand – a wonderful sight when they took wing and passed low over the waves beyond the lighthouse.

I’m told the new owners wish to take possession at the weekend.

I’ve begun to pack.  Had a peppered slice from the bakery before driving the first load home.  Gorgeous daffodils everywhere…

Daffodil blues!

 

Thursday 15/04/10

 

A fine spring day and a couple of trips to Talacre to collect the rest of our stuff.  Very quiet on the park, just a few groundsmen bobbing around and the sweet smell of new-mown grass.  Particularly poignant packing the kiddies’ games and things.  Didn’t get time for the beach but popped up to Llanasa mid-afternoon and enjoyed a half at The Red Lion, sitting outside at a trestle-table overlooking the sleepy grey village with bright daffodils and the occasional cry of a pheasant.  A pair of youngish blond women wearing shades were discussing gym membership at the next table.

Stella came with me on the second trip at dusk, and we watched the historic party leaders’ debate on TV at the van before unplugging for the last time.  We left at 11 pm under a starry sky with the sound of the sea in the background.  As we drove slowly around the park on our way out, a couple of rabbits scampered under a van.  We felt perhaps more stunned than sad because the end had come so suddenly, only five days after that call on Saturday afternoon.  I couldn’t actually see the moon but I’m sure it was up there somewhere…

 

***

On the table in the van a card awaits the new owners.  It shows a beautiful sunset at sea.  The message reads:

 

This has been our holiday home for nearly four years and we’ve loved every minute, especially when we’ve had our grandchildren with us.  We hope you will enjoy the van, the park and the surrounding area as much as we have – the village of Llanasa is a particular favourite.  The Point of Ayr and Dee Estuary are also fascinating for their wildlife – watch out for the famous Natterjack toad!

With very best wishes,

Paul and Stella Beech

 

***

I never did spot a Natterjack myself.

 

-oOo-

 

 

Copyright © Paul Beech 2012

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3 Comments
  1. Apologies for all the bold type – a case of blog behaving badly, I’m afraid!

  2. Angela permalink

    I thought it was wonderful Paul.

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