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The Wanderer

Posted Jul 18 2013 6:46pm

When all is said and done, after years of nurturing it happens with alarming speed in the end; and the untying of the tightly wound apron strings occurs in the blink of an eye.

One minute your snuggly boy-child is tight by your side, hanging on every word that flows from your mouth.

Then suddenly, your confident Teen Boy has fled the cotton-filled, protective nest and has taken flight.

Off he flies - by boat it must be said - to wander the hills and dales of the Lake District in the UK for a whole week, eagerly awaiting the exciting adventures to come, with his Scout Troupe. A whole long seven days away from home....

Without so much as a look back or a text home....

We're too busy it seems, having fun hiking, kayaking etc; and sampling such delights as sleeping outdoors and eating backwoods style. Eating food they cook themselves and would no doubt turn their nose up at if served at home.

But that's okay, in fact it's more than okay.

I'm perfectly happy to work on the premise that teens are way too cool to be bothered texting their poor ole' mums when having fun away from home, and that 'no news is good news.' ( I hope.)

On the home front it has taken some adjustment to get used to a noticeably quieter house, with an empty sitting room I can use whenever I damn well please!

As the days rolled by I worried less and kept busy.

This trip is an opportunity for the boy to spread his wings and soar, to find himself.

It's also a gilt-edged invitation for the parents to re-locate the couple buried within the chaotic delightful parenting years.

Thanks to snippets of news on facebook I was able to keep abreast of events lake-side.

I know that my Teen Boy hiked 11kms of the stunning Lake District:





               There's my tired boy, far right!


And that he enjoyed a spot of sailing, no less:









Meanwhile, we spent a couple of days in the bustling medieval Irish city of Kilkenny, admiring the views of the castle and the River Nore











And having a fun night in Matt the Millers, the only pub not playing diddlyi music. Such a laugh watching all the 'young wans' and listening to After Dark, a great cover band. I swear I've never seen a pub as full on a Monday night that wasn't Christmas Eve....

All the time wondering what Teen Boy was doing. Was he having fun? Laughing around a campfire as they had a bivouac outside or in the common room of the lodge maybe? Did he have a mad time at the water fight? Did he love the caving and rock climbing?

All will be revealed on Saturday when the wanderer returns, all tired, maybe a tad cranky and no doubt loaded with dirty laundry.

I wonder will it be my Teen Boy that returns, or will it be the young man-child that I know is hovering beneath the surface?

Guess we'll have to wait and see.

Now it's my turn to be excited :-)


xx

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