David and Peter were in favour of everyone going for a walk afterwards, but the rain had become a persistent drizzle and the women refused en bloc. Frank remarked how well Charlotte had fared weather-wise. He passed on the details of the daily texts he and Charlotte had exchanged. Gloria and David looked at each other, eyebrows raised. This sounded like a separation without very much separation.
Monday – Week Three – The return home
In Dorset it was still sunny, but there was increased cloud. Charlotte had looked at the weather forecast and had seen that she’d be heading into rain. In a way she’d been glad – the bad weather might deter some drivers who’d otherwise be wanting to travel to popular bank holiday destinations. Against that of course, visibility would be reduced and the road surface potentially treacherous. Whatever the weather, she was going home.
Frank had sent her a text before she left the hotel, offering to take her out to dinner when she got back that evening to save her cooking. She’d sent a fairly harsh reply:
‘We can’t keep having meals together whenever you feel like not being separated. I want to spend some time with my daughter tonight. Please don’t be there until after I leave. I never get the chance to see her on my own with you being there all the time. Why can’t you find a place of your own?’
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Now, passing Keele services, she regretted her impulse. She still wanted to see Gloria without Frank being there, but she could have handled it more graciously. In retrospect, he’d just see it as more evidence of her being a ‘total bitch’. ‘It would have been nice not to have to cook. It was actually very thoughtful of him. Still, what was done was done’.
The other texts that she’d sent had been much nicer. She’d exchanged farewell messages with Carrie and she’d let both Gloria and David know what time she expected to arrive. She’d phone Gloria once she’d reached home.
The rain was relentless and the spray from passing vehicles was occasionally dangerous, resulting in almost zero visibility. She stuck to Lane One as far as was possible, overtaking only the slowest of heavier vehicles. She’d called in at three service areas on the way North, braving the rain to use the facilities and to rest her eyes and her brain for a while. So far though, she shouldn’t be more than forty-five minutes behind her scheduled arrival.
Another photograph today from when I was walking back from Happy Valley at Carr Mill along the woodland path – returning the way that I’d come. I took this image because, unlike some of the others, it shows how popular this path is as people leave their homes for fresh air relief from Covid restrictions.
I used my Pentax KP 24 MP crop sensor camera with a 35mm f/2 prime lens lens attached. The shutter speed was 1/125 seconds at f/11. The ISO was 2500. The shot was handheld and I post-processed my shot in Lightroom Classic.