A moment of reflection

I often take a photograph of the river when I’m in Newcastle as I love the changing face of the Tyne.  But on Monday, my enjoyment was tempered for after I’d taken the photo, I spotted several small boats bobbing around under the Staithes. I realised that they were probably searching for a lady who left her home in the middle of the night during the Christmas weekend and was last seen walking on the Quayside.  My thoughts are with her, and her family who must be living through a nightmare and all those who endure the burden of depression

The pain and sadness of loss

I feel unutterably sad today.  The grief I’m feeling at Fiona’s death is so much more than I could ever have imagined. Although my heartache is primarily caused by thinking of the pain that Bill and Alex, (and Nerea, who had grown close to Fiona) are feeling, selfishly, I can’t help reliving our last caching adventure together; the laughter we shared with Alex and Nerea, our hysteria at the sheer ludicrousness of rummaging among tree roots, and her overwhelming joy at finding a travel bug.  That her infectious enthusiasm has gone for ever seems impossible and so very, very unfair!