Late January, and Ronnie takes you on our walk on his ‘official’ birthday.
“Yes indeed ‘official’. Our good friend Rhona Simms, over on Facebook, has suggested that since on this day we’ve been doing the walk we planned to do a week ago, on my real birthday, that makes this my ‘official’ birthday! Just like Betty Windsor, the current ‘queen’ of England has a ‘real’ and an ‘official’ birthday. Well I’m as good as her any day, so why not?
Just to bring you up to speed, in case this is the first time you’ve stumbled across the drivel I occasionally write on what you might have thought was a blog purely about the work we do. Every Friday, Sarah and I take the day off (we’re self-employed, so no one cares or notices), go for a walk, and write about it in our Saturday blog. But last Friday, on my birthday, our walk was rained off. And so we had to amuse ourselves in Liverpool for the day, admittedly not a hard thing to do!
But it wasn’t a walk, and the loss of it had nagged at us all week. So as Friday 27th January dawned ‘rainy but mixed’, we put on our waterproofs and set off for Cheshire, just over the Wirral border.
In fact the walk we’d settled on was one we first did two weeks before, down to the Marshlands around Neston and Ness, further up the Dee Estuary than our walks have taken us before. But being a celebratory walk, we’d decided not to do our usual packed lunch, but go to the pub, half way around the walk, and let them do the catering for us.
‘All very well for you,’ I can hear both of our readers cry ‘but we’ve already seen the pictures of that one. Show us something new!’ Well, calm down, we’ve thought of that. This time you’ll be seeing the walk through a different pair of eyes, mine. Sarah, you see, took most of the pictures last time. So this time, it’ll be me.
Which means you’ll see more of Sarah and, particularly, her coat of many colours. This coat, knitted by Sarah all through the glorious camping summer of 2006 is made of irregularly coloured Norro wool, in a colour blend that, to us, looks like the colours of Western Britain and Ireland, the places we feel most at home. The coat’s also been a blanket, a pillow and a great comfort to Sarah through all of her treatment years. It’s no ordinary coat.
And so, you see, this is a post about breast cancer. As I hope you can tell from this photo essay, nearly five years on from her diagnosis, Sarah has now reached a place of peace and happiness. Let it be a long now.
And as for me? Well Rhona’s told me it’s my ‘official’ birthday, blog’s done, time for a bit of celebrating?”