The Joy of a Village Bus Trundle……..

Last Monday I woke not wanting ‘to do’….my calendar was empty and I would normally just take a trundle into town in the morning for something to do….but this quiet slow period has left me in the hands of dementia and not ‘doing’ that morning seemed a wonderful option. Someone suggested yesterday it was just the January blues…..it really isn’t. I know how debilitating depression is and the need to get help, not that help is easily found 🙄 I know the feeling of the black cloud hanging over you and how hard it is to lift yourself into life again and not something I would wish on anyone…it creates a different need to the one I’m feeling…

But this is a sense of getting slower….and slower ….and slower…not in the body but in the brain, as dementia takes up more space due to lack of a specific kind of stimulation I need….the glue becoming thicker creating less incentive ‘to do’…..

I didn’t even follow my own routine of going downstairs, after my shower, to watch Breakfast TV 😳….instead, I took my flask upstairs, snuggled after my shower and watched it on my iPad….really not like me….

I knew this was wrong and bad for me even though the weather outside was cold, windy and grey.. I knew I had to force myself to put up a fight…..

The first village bus now leaves at 09.50 from the bottom of my road. Since the timetables changed it’s affected many villagers lives. They only run every 90 minutes now, so we have a longer wait to return. It’s messed up Gp and hospital appointments for many and catching connecting buses. For some villagers it’s their lifeline to the outside world. I’ve called it “The NHS on Wheels’ in previous blogs. For some, it’s the only time they see people, it’s the only time they have conversation, it’s the only time they share laughter and sadness. So it really is more than a means to get from A to B.

Anyway, back to last Monday. I knew I needed to force myself out ‘to do’..I didn’t need anything from town, which made it harder, especially the thought of 90 minutes just wandering aimlessly around until the bus back, but then I saw a piccie on Facebook.

It featured Beverley Beck, a walk the other end of town, I’d done many years ago, up along the old Beck and back down the other side. So that stirred my glued up brain into action.

I’m so glad I did, not for the trundle to the other side of town, but for the conversation that took place on the bus….

Before the bus had even arrived I shared a chuckle at the bus stop with someone. When the bus came we climbed on board and at the end stop in the village other usual travellers boarded too. All with cheery hellos and happy chatter.

It was then one started talking about childhood toys which they still had. Back to a time when  Kapok, the material now used to stuff toys, didn’t exist. Instead they chatted about grandmas making stuffed handmade toys with old stockings, and others spoke of the sawdust and straw inside theirs. They all spoke of how they keep them in a prominent position, much to the displeasure of family, who see them as tatty old relics that need binning. Their faces lit up at the memories of receiving them, of how they’ve always been there for a cuddle when no one else was, how they believe, when they’re dead and buried, how family will immediately discard them. But for now, they’re going nowhere.

They’re faces, so animated, staring with a sparkle in their eyes and reliving the past in that short trundle made their day. It made mine too as I shared mine with them..there’s not much I like to remember from the past, but if someone moved Ted from my chest of drawers, it would be like taking away that chink of happiness….

I did go for my trundle down to the Beck. It was like stepping through time and ghosts of a busy port of Beverley some 800 years ago kept me company.

An information board detailed the story of the once thriving medieval port of Beverley. The only barge barge now left being the ‘Syton’, looked after by the Beverley Barge Preservation Society…….

……..along with it’s own history.

Once serving the town Tannery which disappeared in the 70’s, this once busy strip of water became deserted. Enthusiasts restored this former working barge and it now rests peacefully alone on the Beck with only a passing duck for company…

it passed the time perfectly, and even though the weather was anything but inviting, it was a nice trundle……

 

P.s…….The driver we had on Monday retired last year, but missed the conversation and the driving of his village bus so much that he came out of retirement and is now back driving our village bus. So public transport is a necessity for all manner of reasons…….

 

 

 

 

About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

20 thoughts on “The Joy of a Village Bus Trundle……..

  1. Hallo Wendy,
    It was great reading your blog today. We are having an artic cold front here in Calgary Alberta in Canada.
    It has been minus 30 since Monday and too cold to go outside just for a walk.
    I loved reading about your bus trip and the Teddy bear conversations you all enjoyed.
    I have a bear that I got for my 10 th birthday sitting on a chair in my room. He is 56 years old.
    I did not bring him from South Africa when I emigrated with only 2 suitcases of stuff, but imagine the joy when my daughter came to visit and brought teddy with her 🤗
    Please keep writing your blog.
    I have been reading it since last year.
    Now that I am retired I have time to read and respond.
    Greetings from across the pond
    Inamarie

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  2. Dear Wendy I am writing you from Canada; Saskatchewan to be exact. I read of you and your book in our publication, The Western Producer. You were featured in an article about dementia. I ordered your book from the library and could hardly put it down when it arrived. Since then, several friends have also read it. All that to send encouragement your way. Thank you for your blog. It is amazing that your ability to communicate in this way remains intact. So grateful with you for that. With respect and thanks and blessing. Patricia

    Sent from my iPad

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  3. Hi Wendy. My daughter recommended your book, which has gone back to the library today, and I found it very interesting and challenging (!!). So I decided to sign up for your blogs.
    I know how important village buses are, I do hope yours continues. What a community there is on a bus. Keep up the blogs!

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  4. How wonderful and exciting that your blog is read all over the world. You are an inspiration to so many. Your courage is indisputable. Keep it up Wendy, you inspired me to go out in the cold today ..

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  5. Loved your blog today! So many important messages. Thanks for the description of the differences between the type of inertia you were experiencing versus “feeling blue”. I think that is a vital distinction for those helping people living with dementia stay engaged, as it would be addressed in different ways. As for the sense of community on your village bus, that alone can be such a positive! The discussion of old toys really hit a chord with me. I had a bear from which I was inseparable. He was tossed in the trash by family as soon as I left for college. That was a devastating discovery on my first trip back home, and I have collected bears ever since. Thanks for sharing, and long live Ted!

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  6. Hi, Wendy. I finished reading your book yesterday and will try to remember the many excellent ideas you offer. I’m also enjoying your blog, especially your sharing of your favorite bear. My favorite stuffie is also a bear that I’ve loved for over sixty years.
    Keep up the great work and keep moving-doing the things you love most.

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