Friday Drive

So, the blog has taken a bit of focus on what occurred for me and my family during my Father’s final weekend which of course was distressing. We were unprepared as to what would come and lacked knowledge and guidance on what was available to us, but also to him in his final days and…

Paint in Pastel

That last post was a hard one, to write and probably to read as well. It is by no means perfect and is more of an assembled mess of so many things I want to say but don’t know how to approach. Death is such an unspoken word that it’s difficult to raise the subject…

The Last Weekend

These words have formed themselves in my head multiple times yet when it comes to physically writing them out, the absolute of me goes numb, I clam up and it’s as if the English dictionary is erased from my mind… Death is a taboo. It is a word that holds significant meaning but also holds…

About Pa Bagshawe

It makes sense that before I go into this recent dark history I tell you about my Pa. I could spew an array of positive adjectives your way that would perfectly describe him. He was funny, kind, sensitive, sarcastic, independent, courageous, warm and so much more. He wasn’t a traditional Father in a sense as…

Prologue

The Peak District. A sprawling beautiful landscape of highs and lows, of literal peaks and troughs as the valleys cut deep into the stillness of the hillsides that tower above to provide beautiful viewing points. The oldest National Park in the United Kingdom, it is filled with quaint tiny little hamlets and villages as well…

Interlude.

Up in the sky, where the wild wind blows, Down in the stream, as the crystal water flows. Perched on a hill, reaching out to the clouds, A big wide smile, feeling loved and proud. Kicking up leaves, through the golden woods, You’re always here, running deep in my blood. Reading outside , perched alone…

Picture a Clear Blue Sky

Picture a clear blue sky, with a tint of yellow as if streaked across on a half dry paintbrush. Not a single cloud in the sky, birds singing far off in the distance and the sound of laughter from next door having a water fight and basking in the late evening glow of Summer. Rarely…