MOVING ON.....2024

A Note From The Author: Jacqueline E. Hughes

I am so happy to welcome in the new year, 2024!!! My Blog is changing-up a bit....mainly because I am evolving. Travel will always take precedence in my life and, my journeys will be shared with you. This 2024 version will offer a variety of new stories and personal ideas, as well. This is all about having fun and enjoying this Beautiful Journey called......Life!!!

Showing posts with label James Herriot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label James Herriot. Show all posts

Thursday, October 26, 2023

LE JOURNAL 3: HADRIAN’S WALL WITH AN ADDED SURPRISE

 


A series of essays….




HADRIAN’S WALL RUNS ALONG THE ORIGINAL
BOARDER BETWEEN SCOTLAND AND ENGLAND


….as seen through my eyes!




By: Jacqueline E Hughes 



Have you ever had mysterious sounding lyrics of a song hold tight in your imagination for as log as you can remember? The tune from it whistling through your head never to relinquish its power upon you? You played it for years on your parents’ electric keyboard/organ that sat against the paneled wall in the dining room. Ultimately, you find yourself standing along the shoreline of the song’s central character in the Scottish Highlands years later, surrounded by its mysteries and sheer beauty.


I deftly slipped a large stone from the cold, shallow waters of Loch Lomond on that trip five years ago to take home, bringing everything full circle. We stood on the banks of the loch in a small village called Luss after enjoying a beef pie at the Loch Lomond Arms for lunch.





ALONG THE BANKS OF LOCH LOMOND
IN THE VILLAGE OF LUSS



Driving north along the shoreline of this long, finger-like loch, we were looking for a spot to hike in the woods. The entire time we inhaled the beauty of the loch marveling at the sun’s ability to spray a coat of sparkles on its surface from east to west while we hummed (sang) the chorus to the song, Loch Lomond.


Chorus: O ye'll tak the high road an' I'll tak the low 

I'll be in Scotland afore ye 

For me and my true love will never meet again 

By the bonnie bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond 


Little did I know then how we would be affected by this catchy tune five years later on our recent trip to Wales and England.


This leg of our journey began with Dan’s humble desire to see, stand alongside, and touch Hadrian’s Wall located a few miles south of the present Scottish boarder and along the English countryside. Stretching from coast to coast at a length of 73 miles, it has been severely shortened of its original 12 foot height and 8 foot width by area farmers using the available stones to create houses and border fences throughout the centuries.


Hadrian’s Wall, its remains denoting the northern defensive fortifications of the Roman Emperor, Hadrian, in his quest to block the savages (Scots) living north of the wall from entering Britannia. Building began in 122 AD, beginning west of Carlisle and stretching east to New Castle upon Tyne near the North Sea.


Preparing for yet another long driving excursion several weeks ago from our base camp (little stone cottage) in the village of Llansilin, County Powys, Wales, Dan and I conducted a quick checklist of what we needed to bring with us for the day before getting into our Peugeot rental car and heading north. Dan’s anticipation was spreading joyfully across his face.


Leaving early, we caught up with the morning work commuters just northeast in the town of Wrexham—the place built (most recently) by Ryan Reynolds and his business partner, Rob McElhenney after their investment in the Wrexham Association Football Club. I hear the team has been doing very well these days!


Pushing through the Wrexham traffic, we drove by the city of Liverpool where (dare I say it) we crossed the (River) Mersey heading north to the Lake District following the M6. We were making good time on our journey up to Carlisle and Hadrian’s Wall as the sun rose in the sky, welcoming us with all of its warmth and glory! It was a beautiful morning.


We arrived in the town of Windermere in the heart of the Lake District, a stones throw from The World of Beatrix Potter Attraction, and enjoyed delicious coffee and breakfast in the center of the town as we comfortably people watched and sipped even more coffee. Leaving Windermere, the northern backroads took us through winding hilltops graced by tall, swaying grasses and honey-colored stone. It was one of the prettiest drives we’d taken, so far, north of Wales.


Making it back to the M6, we turned to the northeast and, while under the shadows of Carlisle Castle, headed towards the town of Brampton. Not being too far from the borderline between England and Scotland, we were invigorated by Scotland’s influence and kept an eye out for any references to it on road signs or other written aspects. 


Suddenly, my eyes honed in on the name of the roads we were intersecting.  To our left the sign read ‘High Row’ and, a short while later, the road sign read ‘Low Row’ to our right. Immediately looking-up the English definition of the word ‘row,’ I learned that it was often used as a substitute for the word road. My mind went racing back to the chorus of Loch Lomond and I wondered if we were in the middle of something, some memorable time in history, that songs were written about and legends were placed in musical form for all to be enlightened, as well as entertained.





DAN’S “LITTLE BOY” ENTHUSIASM 
THRILLED ME TO PIECES!



Shortly afterward, Dan swung the car into a small parking area, said he was going to find the wall and come back for me after he did. Huffing and puffing at my car window several minutes  later, he beckoned me outside, locked the car, and we walked across the narrow road down a grassy path and he placed me in front of a nondescript stone wall. It wasn’t until I looked both ways that I saw it stretch out to the left and to the right as far as the eye could see. We made it! Dan was one with Hadrian’s Wall, at last! 


Standing approximately three feet high and double or triple this dimension in depth, the thrill of actually touching something this old, thinking about its historical impact on the area, and trying to imagine it at its full potential so long ago, was worth this trip to the northern parts of England. Besides, my husband was beaming with excitement and this was worth everything!





LITERALLY, A TOUCH OF HISTORY!




MAKING HIMSELF AT HOME



The day being sunny and gorgeous prompted us to head south to yet another destination on our ‘To Do’ list we compiled during the research for our adventure in Wales and England. How many of you watch Masterpiece on PBS about James Herriot’s adventures as a veterinarian in the 1930’s Yorkshire Dales leading up to England’s participation in WWII? With plenty of heart and a picturesque setting, All Creatures Great and Small has captured our attention for three seasons already. So, off to discover the village of Grassington in the brilliant Yorkshire Dales where this series is being filmed. 


As we reflect back on that busy day just a few short weeks ago, our hearts remain filled with the wonder of learning hands-on about the past and the present, while sharing our finds with everyone upon returning home. Did we stumble upon the grassroots beginnings of a dear and beloved song I’d grown-up playing and singing? Perhaps. After experiencing the signage (or often, lack thereof) of England’s intricate history and having to distinguish places and things on our own, at times…this conclusion becomes more and more feasible. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking with it, for now.


As I write more about our ‘Anniversary Trip Adventures,’ I find I often have as much research to do afterwards as I did prior to leaving on our trip. But, that’s okay by me; I enjoy doing research and learning in depth about the (unexpected) places we saw and experienced. I call this my scoping-out phase of any trip we take because gathering all of this knowledge and information will make our return visits there that much more enjoyable in the future.



MOVING ON…..2013 TO 2023


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Thursday, April 14, 2022

THERE IS A DAY AND TIME FOR EVERYTHING!

 


A series of essays….



BREE’S ELIZABETHAN COLLAR COULD MAKE 
A CUTE LAMPSHADE, RIGHT?

….as seen through my eyes!





By: Jacqueline E Hughes


If having a soul means being able to feel love, loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.

~James Herriot



As I nuzzled into her soft, ruby-colored face offering gentle kisses and whispered reassurances, I could smell the scent of almost every female in the place gathered within Bree’s collective coat; at this moment, a small receptacle used to store kindness, concern, and masses amounts of love. Each person had hugged and cared about Bree all morning long. By the time we came to pick her up and bring her home, it seemed the entire clinic would be coming home with us in this very special way.


Is it possible to work in a veterinarian clinic and not feel affection for each pet that comes through the front door accompanied by the humans who love them? 


Following being gifted Bree on Christmas Eve morning, finding a veterinarian was the next logical step. With Covid-19 complications and, quite frankly, so many of us having a pet (even multiple pets), made it difficult to get Bree into a clinic. Actually, we had little time to prepare considering our three-month old bundle of Mini-Goldendoodle came as a complete surprise to us! Our family unit grew to three, literally, overnight.


By the time we were fortunate to find a veterinarian not far away who could see her and proceed with her vaccinations and boosters, we knew it was time to seriously consider having her spayed. Running a puppy farm was not in the cards for us, even though having more tiny Doodles to love would be very satisfying—it just wasn’t going to happen. So, by her first visit to the clinic in early March, we found ourselves setting-up the appointment to have Bree spayed. 


Originally, we were given an appointment in late April, but they called to ask if the eleventh of April would work for us. Sure, sure, why not? The sooner the better because all we wanted to do was get this over with and not drag it out any longer then it needed to be. No matter what, Bree would be blindsided; even though we would not be, my emotional status became more and more delicate with each passing day.  I was hampered with thoughts of Bree losing her gregarious and joyful personality, let alone the pain and recuperation time she was going to go through after surgery.


Dan and I have had two male puppies within the last thirty-some years. Loved both, dearly. Maybe because this puppy is female, I can better identify with her anatomy and create the possibility of different medical scenarios associated with being female. Besides, a parent (including parents of fur babies) will never feel comfortable when their children are in pain. Rather, they will choose to make them feel better, more safe and secure. Would she even love me after this was all said and, finally, done? 


Our family and friends reassured us that she would love us, always. With this in mind, we woke-up early this past Monday to be at the clinic by seven-thirty, just as the sun was rising and bathing Bree’s fur in its golden richness. Her swirling, red tones were enhanced and decorated as if bejeweled with precious stones as she pranced along the parking lot toward the clinic’s front door. Ah, such happiness and uncomplicated bliss. At this point, her confidence in us was totally unspoiled. 


The doctor called Dan’s cell phone around eleven thirty telling us Bree had done very well and that we could come pick her up at two-thirty. I remember thinking to myself that of course she did! She’s our Bree, after all.


The doctor’s call had gone to voicemail because we were inside a large retail store with poor cell signal and on a wild, slightly guilt ridden, shopping spree for new puppy toys, a soft and comfortable puppy bed, a blue feeding dish designed with a swirl pattern guaranteed to slow her eating frenzy habits, and, maybe, a few more items thrown in for good measure. Did you know you could purchase a small, very comfortable looking doggy bed made by Lazy-Boy for slightly over 125 dollars? I didn’t either. Sorry to say it’s not part of Bree’s furniture inventory. Even practicality can transcend the amount of guilt I was feeling about all of this. 

 

After consulting with Nicky, the technician who had assisted the doctor several hours earlier, Bree was brought out to us…looking as though all life and good cheer had been kicked several light years away, never to return. Her once sparkling, brown eyes, now glassy and blank, were swimming in a breathless sea of oblivion. She had yet to come down from the effects of the anesthesia and this once vivacious little peanut looked as though she’d lost the will to flourish.





BREE NEEDED A SOFT, QUIET SPOT TO REST



When Nicky handed me the soft, Elizabethan collar decorated with colorful caricatures of cute puppies and kittens, the first thing that popped into my head wasn’t that it looked kinder and more comfortable than the older version of hard, white plastic. No, all I could think to say was that it would make an adorable lampshade after Bree no longer needs it. Well, I’m all about repurposing and this (cone) was so cute!


After paying for her post surgery medication and snuggling her close to my chest I, once again, could sense the scent of sweet caring emanating from each young person who helped our Bree make it through this day. With smiles and good cheer they waved good-bye to their little patient and wished her well. The look of stoic resignation on Bree’s face said it all! She just wanted to go home, settle into a soft place, and sleep. 


That is how we celebrated our precious animal companion on National Pet Day, April 11, 2022. National Pet Day was founded in 2006 by animal welfare advocate, Colleen Paige, to celebrate the joy pets bring to our lives, as well as to create public awareness about the plight of many different kinds of animals awaiting a forever home in shelters and rescues all around the world.


I’m not sure that Bree would necessarily agree with us, but having her spayed was an important step to help stop the overpopulation of unwanted animals and that is a very good thing. Please help by having your pets spayed and neutered!


By the way—Bree is doing just fine. Wishing you a Happy Easter Sunday with Love and Kindness to all!




MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE?




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