To all those naysayers pronouncing that we had our summer in April – eat your words with your barbecue! The gorgeous weather of the last few days looks set to last for another week which bodes well for the Druids planning to welcome the solstice sunrise at Stonehenge and for Glastonbury festival goers.
When visiting our South West London family we tend to take the A303 route past Stonehenge and often avail ourselves of the facilities. This week was no exception and although the London-bound journey was fine, the journey home was very tedious, taking us an hour or so longer than normal. It’s probably accurate to say that along with all users of this route to the South West, I welcome the proposed ‘express highway‘ work on which is due to start 2020, or more specifically, its delivery. I anticipate the project itself will be a ordeal.
our journey home was very much like the image above (The Sun)
Our ‘business with pleasure’ flying visit largely consisted of childminding and a lovely day out in Kew Gardens with Louis who entertained us with his bugs and beasts obsession. It’s hard to make much headway when, with his three year old eagle-eye, he spots and observes the minutest of creatures. I also find fascinating his ability to drop off to sleep in an instant – in Kew Gardens he did this mid-picnic. When I woke him 40 minutes later, he finished chomping on the bread that was in his mouth when he’d fallen asleep.
Our day out was in complete contrast to that of distraught families of those who, only a day earlier and only three miles away, had either lost their lives or who are suffering as a result of the horrendous fire at Grenfell Tower. I cannot begin to imagine living through such a nightmare and trust every necessary support is put in place to help the people affected come to terms with what has happened. I maintain that Ginger Grandma (the blog) is not an appropriate platform for political debate but having worked in local government, I know that services cost-cutting is rife and more often than not as a result of swingeing central government cuts. That’s all I have to say, publicly, on the subject.
Returning home, it certainly puts any complaints about the disruption caused by our building project in perspective. And, whilst the two minute silence on our barge trip last evening was mainly to afford passengers time to appreciate the sounds of nature – the clop, clop of the Ross the shire horse’s hooves as he proceeded steadily along the tow path, the bird song as the sun set and the gentle ripple of green waters of the Grand Western Canal, I’m sure I wasn’t alone in reflecting on recent events and how very precious life is.