September trip to paradise….. 

It’s felt a long time coming even though it was only 5 weeks since I was there, but at last it’s time to go back to Keswick to banish the blues that appeared in August. I’d not had a good night for some reason, couldn’t stop my mind working overtime, which hasn’t happened for a long time. I’d done a Covid test the day before as I’d seen on the news how Cumbria Health bosses were asking visitors to test themselves before they arrive as numbers had shot up there. Thankfully it was negative. Maybe I was thinking about what I would have done if it had proved positive after all 😳

So I was awake before the alarm went off, had my shower and as I drew the curtains a damp rainy day greeted me. Such a change after the mini heatwave we’ve had over the last few days, but that’s the British weather for you 😂

It had been a beautiful misty morning the day before and felt like autumn had arrived…

I pottered around until the time of the taxi, but could feel the anxiety of the journey rising inside. I’d been going monthly to Keswick, simply to keep travelling, so I didn’t forget the routine, the process, but the uncertainty began to swell inside my stomach.

The taxi didn’t arrive on time. The taxi people are the only people I phone as my number appears in front of them and they immediately know it’s me before I answer. I rang their number and they answered “he’s just coming round your corner Wendy”… need for explanations from me. They know I ring if they’re late to check I’ve remembered to order it in the first place! As soon as I heard her words, I relaxed, looked out of my window and sure enough, he was just pulling up.

I got a cuppa tea at Hull before the second train and so far all was running to time. I always book a seat, but on the Transpennine, they have ‘Priority Seats’ that are never reserved. They’re wider and with more room which means I can have my suitcase next to me without the need for more stress to remember to find it and get off with it. Luckily I found one free today….

As we trundled by the Humber, the sun was trying to burn off the morning mist. The bridge hardly visible. Sadly the photo didn’t come out, so you’ll have to take my word for it 🙄 but further down the line I decided to try using my phone instead as the sun had replaced the rain

I used to only have my ipad for taking photos and remember taking some lovely ones of the Humber, but going by todays efforts I seem to have lost that art….😔

School holidays over meant the train was packed like sardines and a gentle chatter filled the carriage as we made our way to my next destination of Manchester. I felt the need to be in my own little world today so hoped no one would come and sit next to me….

I began to feel dementia making itself known. The gentle chattering was turning to a confused buzzing. I started to feel lost…This wasn’t the time or place for dementia to take over so I took my ipad out and played solitaire. Red Jack on black queen…..concentrate…….black five on red six…..

Leeds arrived and the buzz became a crescendo as people departed and new passengers took there place. Suitcases banging against my seat, impatient people pushing to get a seat. I closed my eyes and pretended I was in my room in paradise…….

The next time I opened my eyes, it was to hear the guard saying we were approaching Manchester ……..😳…managed to get my supper here as my sandwich shop would be closed by the time I get there…

The next train was a short trip to Lancaster and I ended up waiting an hour there for the final train as it was running 30 mins late. A young couple had been there for several hours as apparently trains from London had been badly delayed all day, especially in the morning when they were travelling. 

It eventually arrived and I sat opposite a mum with her lovely cute toddler. Mum gave her a jammy dodger and she promptly stuck her finger in the jam in the middle, then broke it open and licked all the contents from the inside, then discarded the biscuit…🤣…her mums eyes rolled in my direction and I told her my daughters used to do exactly the same but they scoffed the biscuit as well 😂

The little girl kept me entertained for the short journey to Penrith. As soon as we reached this dramatic bridge, I knew I was close…

My body began to relax, the anxiety that had plagued the journey starting to disappear. As I stood on the welcoming platform of Penrith I smiled to myself

Paradise was a bus ride away…..the familiar roads lighting the way to Keswick. Within minutes of arriving, I was in my room with a cuppa looking out over my favourite view

Tea drunk, I just had to go for a trundle to Friars Crag…as I walked through Hope park, I could hear 2 Robins singing to each other. Then the flash of orangey red caught my eye

I followed the sound and found its friend

Now I really was relaxed as I wandered around the flower beds

Event tents were being erected on the field by the water, ready for the start of the Mountain festival, which is an added bonus.

Reaching Friars Crag I could see my bench was taken, so I just stood….and looked….and breathed in the clean air

As I made my way back to my room for the night, the evening sun decided to shine. I couldn’t help but feel content. Inside my room once more, one final photo

The haze in my head that had plagued me the whole day, finally cleared and that was all down to being in paradise.

About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with Young Onset Dementia. 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.

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