It’s been a strange sort of weekend. We were supposed to be going to a ball on Saturday, but Storm Dennis knocked that on the head. The event was to have been held in a marquee and the weather forecast was dreadful. It was simply not safe to proceed. The ball will now go ahead (fingers crossed) two weeks later the originally planned so I have two more weeks to agonise about what to wear.
They say that every cloud has a silver lining. Not going to the ball, like some sort of reverse Cinderella, meant that we’d be able to go to a leaving party for dear friends who are moving to Australia. This was arranged quite recently and we had our tickets for the other do, but all’s well that ends well.
Our friends, H and D, are moving to Australia this week, to join their two daughters. It’s a huge step. They have sold their home and got rid of all their possessions, staying in temporary accommodation for the last couple of weeks while they close down all their affairs here and say their goodbyes.
I’ve known them since I first moved to Northumberland 17 years ago – they moved here from Tyneside 22 years ago. We were all involved in the local drama group and have remained firm friends ever since. H and I used to have regular Friday evenings together over a bottle of wine, sometimes with our daughters around (mine is the same age as H and D’s younger daughter).
H is very creative and I’ve mentioned on the blog before that she writes, with one book , Secrets and Guardians, already published online and two more in production. I’ve worked closely with her on these on the editing and publishing process. With more work to do on these we”ll still be in regular contact.
The party was lovely and rather emotional, hosted by lovely mutual friends. Everyone brought food so we had a massive feast. There were lots of photographs taken and hugs given.
As most of the Ukeladies (as we call our ukulele group) are also long-standing friends of H and D too we decided to do a short cabaret at the party and picked a small selection of appropriate songs with a leaving/Australian theme. We only decided the set on Thursday night and had little time to practice but we did it.
After our little recital (with much raucous singing) H and D made a lovely speech about how they have loved living in the village, having such good friends and making such great memories, then the party continued into the night.
I’ll miss them very much – D is one of the kindest, funniest men I know and H is one of my dearest friends – I shall miss her vivid imagination, wisdom, and the laughs and hugs we’ve shared. I’m getting quite tearful writing this!
But to be positive! They may be far away, but I will see them again later this year. Their younger daughter gets married in October and my daughter and I are planning to go to the wedding, and take some time afterwards to have a holiday to visit other parts of Australia. It’s quite an adventure to look forward to.
Meanwhile, good luck H and D! We wish you every success and happiness in your new life in Australia.