As we say up North. I cannot believe it has been this long since I last blogged, so by this entry, you can rest assured I am not dead. However, I cannot testify to whether I have been abducted by aliens in the last month, which would account for the loss of time and absence of my wittering on about this, that and the other.
So, where have I been? Not far if I am honest. M went to see his Mum in Ireland for her 80th, so a month ago I dropped him off at the airport. The service I have to say is brilliant. I book his ticket and log his assisted needs, take him to the airport and to the special assistance desk and quite literally hand him over. They check his bags in, take him through security and customs and then to a private lounge and get him food and drink if he wants or needs it. When the aircraft is ready for passengers, he is wheeled through and put on board via a lift, and seated, they put his overhead baggage in and make sure he is all okay and ready for the trip, then the rest of the passengers get on. At the other end it is the same, but obviously in reverse. As I am not there at the other end, he is then handed over to a taxi driver that we have arrangements with to get him to his parents’ house. All in all the service is brilliant, however, a few years ago we booked with special assistance and it was close to a disaster, as they had left him miles away from the boarding gate with no one about and no information. Only for him asking a staff member he would have missed the plane as they had forgotten about him and as he was last on the aircraft he felt embarrassed as all the passengers were waiting on him. Even though it was not his fault, the experience put him off travelling alone. He hates flying that is why we usually get the ferry and take the car with us when we go to Ireland, but the cost is insane at the moment. Usually about £400, where his trip on the plane and the taxi costs about £180 return.
So, today I dropped M off again at the airport for his latest trip to Ireland to see his Mum again, and he will be back on Sunday.
The only other thing of any note that I have been up to was going to Delamere Forest with the dogs. It isn’t on the doorstep so usually about a 90-minute drive to get there if the roads are being good to us. When we were there they must have been filming something as there were lots of crew vans, lighting, catering and other film type trucks about. I could not see anything going on apart from the myriad of vehicles. we went for a walk around the large lake and just enjoyed pottering about for a few hours, then back in the car for the journey home. Some think we are mad doing a 3-hour drive just to walk the dogs, but the new scenery and places make the walking more enjoyable. I may take the dogs out tomorrow for a jaunt to somewhere for the day, sitting in the house really does not have any appeal when M is away. The photo with this post (viewable as the featured image on my post) is of the lake in all its glory, its name is Blakemere Moss. Lots of birds and wildlife about, and obviously lots of dog walkers, cyclists and joggers. It is a lovely place.