Thursday, June 26, 2008

Old Country

My grandparents, Reg and Ethel Drew, called this place "The Old Country". They spoke of it constantly. It took me a very long time to realize that this meant that they longed for it, always.

I went to Devon when I was 39. Sometime, I will post pictures of my friends and I walking toward Paignton from the West. We are drifting, wandering "little people" in those pics. I have stones from the seashore. "She sells seashells ..."

We drank warm, brown beer at a pub on the undercliff. Played darts a little drunk.

Walked your ground; breathed your air.

I hope I can find the photo of the Monkey Puzzle Tree with me sitting beneath it. As you always hoped I would.

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