Thursday, 17 May 2012
I procrastinated about renewing our National Trust membership. It was expensive. It was unnecessary. It was something I'd intended to cancel a long time ago.
But to be able to meet my Mum at Powys Castle on a day when the sheer thought of the hours ahead made me cry, to meet her in the car park and get that deep hug that I craved, to sit on the flower-strewn banks of a silent lake and eat a picnic whilst the sun dipped in and out of the clouds, to amble through paths lined with nodding bluebells and smell the sweet scent of azaleas at every turn, to watch my boy bury his face in the startling pink of a rhododendron flower and then decide that it smelled good enough to eat, to wander through wind-swept narcissus and capture a picture that I will cherish forever, to eat chocolate brownies in the garden tea rooms, to chatter and smile and leave knowing that the week has been completely tuned around - well, it was worth every penny of that membership fee, and perhaps a little bit more besides.