Round Trip

A little over three hours each way for a coffee, lunch and catch up with my youngest might seem excessive but I miss him, probably a lot more than I thought I would.
I also understand now what my father meant when he told me a long time ago; “one day you’ll understand son, when you know the risks it makes a difference”. We live in an unsettled world, British troops are currently deployed to one or two ‘hot spots’ and when this exercise is over it’s back to Scotland, summer leave and then into isolation before deployment, Kenya initially.

It was great to see him and after lunch he indulged me and we drove over to Portland and up to the old ‘married patch’ to look at the house my two eldest spent four years, not changed much.
Portland has though.

Drove home with the realisation that this is the first day of 55 days that I haven’t walked Paddy.