‘Look, there’s a peacock.’
‘Oh, like a statue of one?’ My Australian husband frowns, shading his brow as he looks at the bird perched on the high stone arch.
‘No, a real one,’ I say, as the bird moves, hopping down and letting out one of those plaintive cries they make.
Then ensues a small chase, me with the pushchair, him with the camera as he follows the peacock along the ruined walls, surprised by the penchant of the British to keep such birds in the grounds of their stately homes.
It’s a magical day, one of three we spend at Ruthin Castle in North Wales as part of a family celebration for our much loved grandmother, taking her back to the land of her birth for her 80th birthday. There is a dinner, formal attire and I receive a compliment from a stranger on a staircase, reminding me of who I am and who I can be. During and after dinner we are entertained by a harpist and a welsh male voice choir, harmonies blending to bring tears to our eyes. My daughter sings along in her highchair, banging chubby hands on the frame as the music swells around her, the newest link in a long chain of family all brought together in the same room.
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Sorry, Helen, I missed this one! What a beautiful and evocative piece of writing!
Thanks Ali – it was a very special trip for us, the same one in which we visited my grandfather’s church and I took the ‘orb’ photo. Great memories 🙂
Yes, I remember the picture. You do have some lovely memories, particularly from your childhood involving your grandparents. They clearly had a big impact on you, and mean very much to you.
I’ve been very lucky – they are gone now and still missed – we are a small family, but a very close one.
Oh I’m sorry to hear that, Helen. My family is small, but Conors is huge, and even after all these years I have no idea who half of them are! Although they all seem to know me…. Lol!
My husbands family is like that too – they all know my name when we catch up (at Christmas or similar) but after twenty years I’ve yet to sort out all their names!
Glad its not just me!