These places are filled with memories. There are some places where you can feel the ghosts of the past pressing in around you. It's not uncomfortable, but you feel the weight of their memories nonetheless. As we stop on our Easter journey, taking much needed breaks (the whole journey takes around eight hours), we find more and more places that trigger Mum's memories of her childhood. Places where she swam as a girl, farms she grew up on, old halls that Grandma used to volunteer in. It's home for her. This feels strange, as I have only ever known Mum to be in my home. How she can feel a place to be home that I do not is difficult to fathom and I welcome the opportunities to experience more of her life. Her places, her happiness at being here. Despite the sadness I feel tinges every memory, I feel happy being here too.
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Hi! I'm Louise. I am a writer, photographer, traveler, book fanatic and blogger. I love to post about my adventures and the little things I do that make life fun.
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