Thoughts on the way to the Cape
Sep 08, 2010
I wonder where Mum and Dad are now. I wonder if they have made it home. It seems so strange, so beyond the bounds of plausibility as we sit on another train taking us that little but further south, the night closing in on another rumbling journey that in the space of time since we saw them last, wished them goodnight last evening, that they could by now have made it all the way back to England, to Compton, to 2BH, to home. I see them unlocking the front door, switching on the lights in the snug, inhaling the smell of the place, so familiar that it goes unnoticed when it is the scene of your daily life, and getting a glass of water in the kitchen.