Weekend back home

I’m on the train back to Carlisle and have had a wonderful weekend visiting my grandma and grandad back home.

Although only for the weekend, we had such a wonderful time together and it was a great break from university.

I only realised just how much I had actually missed them when saying bye to my grandma at home and bye to my grandad at the train station.

My eyes started to fill up in the car and so I decided to look out of the window. It wouldn’t be too long until I would see them again and so, bearing this in mind, I sat on the train looking out at the beautiful scenery and admired the countryside as we passed it by.

Well, getting back to my weekend with my grandparents ... I felt like I’d gone back to childhood and so many happy memories came flooding back as soon as I stepped inside their house.

Their house has that homely feel where grandma and grandad will always be ... Grandma busying around cleaning and cooking, doing all what a grandma does; whilst grandad’s either outside gardening or in his garage making birdhouses and nesting boxes, which are always made to perfection.

Their house has that smell and warmth which I associate with them, even down to the clocks which chime hourly and play beautiful songs. 

Simply spending time with them and seeing their faces light up when they told me stories from years ago was wonderful. Grandma told me about dinner dances they both went to and about trips she’d been on including an organised coach one to the location of Last of the Summer Wine. She was describing the Church and Cathedral where she visited and how stunning they were. 

Sitting around the dining table for lunch and dinner was like olden times when my mum, brother and I used to stay with them during the summer holidays. We used to wait for the sound of the ice-cream van after dinner, and jump up to bring five ice creams in by my brother and me, every one of them, a 99 Flake ice cream; our favourite! 

Seeing my grandparents was, as you can gather, so enjoyable I didn’t want to leave. I know I’m 21 now but I still miss my family and always will miss being younger when we were all together. Now we’re spread across the world. I miss my mum particularly because we do everything together, and some days I just wish I could go back to childhood and not have to grow up any more. 

As the train approached my stop, Carlisle, I stopped daydreaming, reminiscing and decided to pull myself together once again. Being greeted off the train by my house friends was great and so we walked through the snow, or the storm, with hope in our hearts that we’ll never walk alone!