The Empty Nest – Iceland – Land of Fire and Ice

Had to be done…

An unexpected Christmas present found me in Iceland in early January on a five-day adventure. It may seem that all planes lead to Iceland at the moment, but if you find your chance to hop on one, I’d thoroughly recommend it.

Normally, I’d tell you to do your research/ watch TV travel programmes before you commit but this time I would say DON’T. Don’t watch Travel Man (either edition) because quite frankly, on watching them in preparation, my heart sank and the impression they gave, was of a crazy country obsessed with elves, but there is so much more to Iceland.

An ink splat of a country, sitting precariously on the Mid Atlantic Ridge in the North Atlantic Ocean, marking the boundary of the American plate and the Eurasian plate, it only has a population of just over 340,000 with 118,000 of them living in the capital Reykjavik.  Its interior consists of lava fields, mountains and glaciers and it is these you will want to see, along with bathing in hot springs, geysers shooting up into the sky every 3-8 minutes, black beaches and wild, tempestuous seas.

Try not to arrive, like we did, in the worst storm the country has witnessed for decades…

This was waiting for us on arrival.

causing a power cut at the hotel even before you have found your room. But never fear, most building are a maximum of five storeys high, so not too many stairs to puff your way up, bags in hand. And once you’ve conquered them, taking the lift will seem lame. If you’re lucky, the friendly bar man will take pity on you and give you a restorative beer even when you have no cash and his card machine is not working.

Parked in the harbour outside our hotel – I inspected for them and not a barnacle in sight

There are many tours and just as many tour companies on offer. We plumped for Reykjavik Excursions/Flybus. Day 2 found us up wrapped (the temperature only gets as high as 14 Celsius in the summer, so just imagine the winter temperature, and then take it a few degrees lower) and ready for our 8.30 pickup. It was just a shame no one had told the sun a lie in wasn’t permissible. It didn’t show up until 10.00 and then sloped off about 16.30.

The first stop on the Golden Circle Tour took us to where the North American and the Eurasian plates are seen above ground.

If you get a good tour guide, they will fill the journey with so many interesting snippets you will eventually become a walking encyclopaedia yourself. The plates are moving away from each other, and the gap is getting bigger all the time – not enough to worry about in my lifetime but nevertheless, fascinating.

Then it’s on to the Gullfoss waterfall ( Golden Waterfall) at 32 m high. Known for its multi-step cascade along a  bend of the Hvitá River.

Finishing up to watch the bubbling water of the hot springs and the Strokkur geyser shoot it stuff at Haukadalur.

After that we chose an add-on tour to the Fontana Wellness spa. Here they showed you how they made and buried the traditional bread in the hot sand for 24 hours before digging it up. In true Blue Peter style they had one they’d made earlier for us to taste.  It didn’t take long to get wrinkly lying around afterwards in the hot baths, but a dip in the lake soon sharpened the senses and made you go running to the sauna to warm up.

Returning to the hotel, The Marina, we had time to grab some (very expensive) food from the bar before wrapping up again to go Northern Lights hunting. These beauties are temperamental. A lot rides on their showing up to the party and no amount of wishing by you or the tour guide will make them appear if the conditions aren’t right. At 24.00 we called it a day and the coach took us wearily and a little disappointedly back to the hotel and bed.

Day 3 saw us up, without the sun again, for a South Shore Adventure. This started out at Skogafoss Waterfall and ended up at Seljalandfoss Waterfall, (which you can walk behind in the summer,) with a trip to the Solheimajokull Glacier and the Black Sand beach in between where the waves are so ferocious the undercurrent can sweep you out in seconds AND according to our very, safety conscious guide, has indeed done to one poor tourist.

This was a LOOOONG, but worth it day,

 ending with us returning to the hotel at 19.30.

But the best was yet to come. The next day after a morning wandering Reykjavik, we went to the Sky Lagoon. One of two, with its rival the Blue Lagoon, the Sky Lagoon, an oceanside, geothermal lagoon with the North Atlantic Ocean stretching out in front of you, will blow your mind. Especially if the sunset plays its part and puts on its best technicolour dreamcoat for you.

Push the boat out while you’re there and take the 7-step relaxation ritual, if only to experience the most amazing sauna known to man.

It was a tight squeeze to fit us all in…

And as if Iceland wanted to send us off the next day with a final hurrah, our postponed Northern Lights tour that evening ( if you don’t see if the first time you can join another tour another night free of charge)  produced a dazzling Corona of a show. Corona or crown, not because they’re trying to keep up with the times, but because we could see the lights all around us, not just in the Northern sky.

You can add many other adventures to your  trip like, snowmobiling, glacier hiking or black sand beach horse riding, so make sure you do your research and pick the tours that float your boat.

Just one last thought, if you are lucky enough to fly home in the jet stream, remember to hold onto your hats (and stomach) because on the plus side, you may arrive a whole 40 minutes early but you will have bumped your way across the Atlantic, sick bag to hand.

If the opportunity comes your way to get your arse to Iceland… do not hesitate.

Love

Teresa x

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THE EMPTY NEST – ‘Grief is love with no where to go.’

Dear Nick

Sometimes at night when I can’t sleep, I wander in my mind through Kitley Lodge, looking for you. I always find you, either stretched out in the lounge, glasses on your forehead doing the cryptic crossword, or upstairs in your office, swivelling in the chair while you talk to a client. If by chance you’re not there, I go back downstairs, past all the black and white family photographs hanging on the wall, through to the kitchen with its smell of coffee, fridge gently humming, skirt round the dining table, weekend papers laid out to be read and out into the garden. I know if I can’t immediately see you pottering in your shed, you’ll be tending the raised beds. I have many places to look and …

 I always find you.

When I reflect on my old life with you, it feels like a story that happened to someone else. Yes, there are bits that are so familiar but now my life has changed so much, and you have never been in it. I can never show you the new home I am creating, tell you of all my travels and adventures or share the joy of watching our chicks find their paths in life.  At first, I found it upsetting but now I take comfort in the knowledge you are tucked away within me and, if I look hard enough, you are there. You were my rock and I’m still holding on to you but now with one hand, rather than clinging desperately gasping for breath. Sometimes this overwhelms me with sadness, but I am thankful that I have so many memories of happy times to draw from. These are the things that sustain me.

I wasn’t sure what to write this sixth anniversary of your death. Life is busy, yes, I find that works for me. I still have good days and not-so-good days, but I don’t beat myself up about them anymore but ride through them, as Tom Hanks says, ‘ This too shall pass.’ Looking back through my previous posts I can see the intensity of my grief has diminished. I AM learning to live with it. In a way that honours the life we had together but also allows me to live my remaining years peacefully and happily. Life is hard enough to navigate, I don’t need to make it any harder for myself.

So I will keep on, keeping on, my love…

Teresa x

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THE EMPTY NEST – 23 years ago

Hey Nick

These anniversaries just keep coming. It would have been our 23rd today. Happy heavenly wedding anniversary. It’s hard not to reflect but as our three very wise chicks remind me, this grief is always going to be with us – it just comes in waves now and to make it manageable ‘the focus needs to be more on living with him.’ I must look at it as chapters to my life… and I am still writing the story. I like the idea of chapters to my life.

Grief, for me now is about rationalising it in my head and balancing it with my emotions. It ebbs and flows all the time. Mostly I’m too busy to pay it much attention but driving is always a reflective trigger. Keeping occupied, renovating the house and travelling, may be my avoidance tactic, but it sure is a great distraction. So, to update you on our progress…as usual, it’s been busy.

My chapters are titled…

Cornwall

Spain

Canada

Hungary, Austria, Germany

France

The house is still being renovated but I now have a new kitchen, 2 new bedrooms, shower room, bathrooms and lounge.

Still a great view.

But it hasn’t all been partay, partay, partay. Rotted floors, drains to dig …

but it is worth it for this view every morning.

I’m particularly proud of my gabion baskets. Still a WIP but each stone placed by hand.

I’ve immersed myself in Van Gogh and Hockney

and stayed in Bodmin Jail...

Harry left the UK to go travelling last November. He’s been around Asia and has now nailed himself a software job in Australia and embarking on his Oz adventure. He sold everything and just took one small backpack. Wouldn’t do for me, I can’t even get what I want to take on a trip in one large suitcase, let alone my whole worldly goods.

Ellie spent the winter in Whistler as a ski instructor and is now still there as the social media, marketing specialist at Nita Lake Lodge.

And Jo has been working and travelling but is now putting the Glastonbury festival together. Not the whole thing single handed, of course, but a production manager for Block9.

and as for me… when I’m not tucking into some fancy, wafer thin dish ( I can’t even remember what it was made of, it was so wafer thin), wrestling with a crab or stuffing ice cream, I’m doing okay, I’m writing again, so all is good.

So, as you can see, although you’re not here to share it with us, you’re not forgotten, we’re all just getting on … living our chapters.

Love

Teresa x

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The Empty Nest – Happy Heavenly Birthday, Nick.

May the cocktails be flowing in heaven…

Remember

BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI

Remember me when I am gone away,

         Gone far away into the silent land;

         When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

         You tell me of our future that you plann’d:

         Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

         And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

         For if the darkness and corruption leave

         A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

         Than that you should remember and be sad.

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The Empty Nest – Be happy for this moment.

Dearest Nick

So, here we are…

5 years…

It still seems absolutely bonkers to me that it can be that long. I’ve looked back at previous posts and I was asking the same question after two years. But is it really a long time? People still say it’s not been long but think of 5 years in terms of a life. It’s the first 5 of a child’s before they go to school, and that seems to be ages. They go through so many stages, learn so many new skills and have so many experiences. On the other hand Terry Waite was held hostage for nearly 5 years, 4 of them in solitary confinement. I can’t imagine how that felt. If someone says to you they’re not going to see you for 5 years, it seems… forever. Think five years from now and although it seems a long time, those of us lucky enough to get to the grey age know that it’s a dichotomy, a year passes so swiftly.

Like a child I have also been through stages and had many experiences in the last five years, but whenever I’m stuck and having a bad day I like to think of this quote by  Hunter S Thompson…

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

So, with that in mind I decided to tell you about what I have achieved in 5 years. Even I can see the change in me from reading my previous posts, if nothing else. That first year after you died, I was so distraught I couldn’t function. I was numb and on autopilot. I still have days when I feel on autopilot but it’s not so debilitating as then. I know that it will pass and to ease up and be kind to myself and do something that brings me joy.

In five years…

I’ve closed the company and retired. Retirement is a strange thing which definitely needs adjusting too. When you’re used to a routine to your day, be it work or school term times, to be let loose with the whole day at your disposal takes a little getting used to. You had a purpose, and now it feels like allowing yourself to be on holiday all the time. Great you might think, but a little hedonistic. Coupled with an empty nest, it has been vital to attempt to get some structure to my life. I see it as an ongoing project rather than a quick fix.

Ellie’s happy place.
Birthday boy.

I’ve written three quarters of one book and a third of another. (I know, I hear you say, just finish one at a time), but I took a writing course with Curtis Brown again and had to write material for that and, as is usual with me, those characters pulled me in. It has made me think differently about the first manuscript so, as they say, nothing is wasted. I will soon end up with 2 new novels.

These pics just make me smile.
Visiting Newcastle Uni, we had a family room and the 2 of them picked the double!
Ellie helping Nick out with putting up the windbreak.
Why didn’t we move the washing line out of the construction site?

I’ve moved lock, stock and barrel to a new area and started renovating my new home. The clearing out of ‘stuff’ was cathartic and I know from sorting out my mother’s belongings when she died, if there’s something you can’t let go off today, just put it aside and look at it another day. I’m still ‘letting things go’ now and have a subscription at the local tip. On the renovating side, the bathrooms are up and my new bedroom only needs decorating so it will be a Christmas present to myself to move in there. Meanwhile phase 2 is starting and I may have a new kitchen as an extra present.

Ellie recently in Torfino, Canada.

I’ve travelled extensively – Spain, Italy, Bali, Barbados, Jamaica, Antigua, Iceland, France and Turkey as well as the UK, even with a pandemic for 2 of those years. Travelling is still my escape.

Sunset aboard a gullet in Turkiye

I’ve learnt to surf (still my own style,  of course)  – skied, walked, cycled, kayaked and tried my hand at paddleboarding. I’ve joined the local tennis club and get to a yoga class when I’m at home.

There have been a few recent bereavements to people I know. It has made me think of those involved. It is so, so hard to lose a loved one. The first moments, days and weeks can pass in such a fog you feel you are going crazy. I don’t want to sugar coat it five years on, that it will all be ok and rosy, because there are still so many moments of my day that Nick comes to mind. Sometimes I can smile at a memory but often I still get stabbed in the heart with the hurt of the loss… but I can get on again.  I know it will pass and life will settle once more. My advice to anyone experiencing a bereavement is to just keep going, at your own pace and in your own way. Somehow you have to find your way through. The brain fog will become clearer with little glimmers of hope on the horizon. It may take medication, therapy or you may just need the support of your family and friends, but nobody is walking in your shoes. Nobody can do anything to take the pain away but they can walk beside you to hold you up when you stumble.

The ‘kids’ and I managed a few days together recently when Ellie returned from Canada for a whistle stop tour of the UK. So, to end this on a high note, here is what makes me happiest.

I know I’ll still be saying ‘6 years, how can it be?’ next year but meanwhile I have a few trips to take, decorating to do and books to write. Oh… and don’t forget those waves to catch!

Love

Teresa x

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THE EMPTY NEST – Happy 22nd Anniversary!

Dear Nick

It’s hard not to reflect on our wedding day…

It was such a fantastic day. A small, intimate gathering, all organised quickly. See previous post ‘The Empty Nest -A Letter To My Love On Our Anniversary‘ for the reason why.

We’ve been busy as usual and there have been changes since this time last year. The house renovations are coming along.

I’ve been hands on and know I definitely don’t want a job as a roofer. I realise now how much you did when we renovated Kitley Lodge. All I had to do was decide where I wanted the sockets in the kitchen etc. You just doubled everything up to give me more. So many decisions to make with this current house change, it does my head in sometimes. I’ve realised recently I’m not as strong mentally and emotionally as I thought I was. Things often overwhelm me still and I crumble, but I’m getting used to this new person and learning not to put myself into situations I can’t handle.

I’ve been out and about as usual…

And have lots more plans to travel for the rest of the year.

A walk amongst wild garlic

The chicks are doing their thing…

Jo and Harry in Winchester

Jo has a new swanky job, Account Management Team Lead at Dice, which she loves. Harry, still loving life, working in Manchester but has plans of his own, so watch this space…

And Ellie completed her Level 2 Ski Instructor course in Whistler, and is currently working at a surf school on Vancouver Island until she goes back to Whistler to work as an instructor next winter season, as well as a freelance writer. So a trip to Canada to ski is a must for me, as hopefully she’ll be able to improve my style! You can follow her progress ( as well as get recipes and travel tips) @theardentbakery

I’ve been surfing at The Wave in Bristol but it wasn’t my finest hour so I’m off to Cornwall again to practice in the real stuff.

It was soooo cold and the time slot meant I couldn’t wait around and recover.

Life continues, regardless of my struggles and there is some comfort in the guaranteed cycle of nature, pushing me forward through the seasons, making me embrace each one and find some joy in their unique beauty.

So, onwards…

all my love, Teresa x

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THE EMPTY NEST – Birthday Boy!

So, another birthday, Nick.

I’ve looked back over my previous posts at the journey we’ve taken since you died. At least I can write the word ‘died’ now without it tearing me apart.  It has been one hell of a journey and although I know we’ve not finished yet, I can see that I’ve made progress. I can see I’m in a different place now. Life is becoming calmer, more settled and I have hope in my heart again. I’ve still been travelling as extensively as possible. It seems to be my thing… for now.

Driving through Spain

I think I’m coming to a place where I can understand what has happened. Not that I like it but I can accept that it is final  now and want to find a place of peace where I can live… not the life I thought I’d have, but one which will be ok. Everyone goes at their own pace. It can’t be forced, nor can you be made to feel you should be ‘over it’ by now because it fits someone else’s agenda. It takes as long as it takes for each individual. You just have to keep plodding on, finding some way to take those steps, even when it feels as though you have gone backwards. Nobody knows what this is like until it happens to them.

You don’t get better from grief; you just get better at dealing with it. The void in my heart where Nick should be will always be there, I’m just growing around it rather than getting over it, and I’m finding new ways to get through. Triggers can still blow through me, causing me to crumble and tears to fall but they are not so frequent nor so intense. I’ve weaned myself off the antidepressants and feel more able to cope. Mind you, it’s not all roses, anxiety can still rear its ugly head at times but I’m learning to curb the negative thoughts and find the positive in things again. I am blessed, I have an amazing, loving family and supportive friends who have stuck by me through this all. Not everyone knows the comfort this can bring. So yes, I am blessed.

Moving has been the biggest positive for me. It doesn’t work for everyone but it does for me. I love my house on the hill. I’m excited to watch it take shape into the home I want but instead of my heart sinking whenever I went home to Kitley Lodge, I now look forward to coming home here. Even in the crisp mornings with the frost on the ground as far as the eye can see or those times when I wake up and the fog is so thick around us we could be on our own island, the only house in the world.

So just to update you, I’ve been out and about… just a tad.

I’ve had a few adventures I’d rather not have had. Two episodes of punctures on motorways. Time to get myself a more reliable car, with a spare tyre!!!.

I’ve cycled…

Swam…

Climbed…

Indulged…

Explored…

Kayaked…

Zip wired…

Sailed…

Walked…

Surfed…

Been tattooed…again…

Planted…

Wrote… and ultimately laughed a lot.

At times it was tiring…

And now we’ve made it through another year and it is your birthday and Christmas. For the first time in four years, I’m once again looking forward to Christmas. It was always such a happy time for us, with you cooking and us clearing, amongst all the happy chaos. Life feels hopeful again and I am looking forward to going into 2022, whatever it brings. And that’s good enough, eh?

So, happy birthday my darling. I said at your funeral I couldn’t say goodbye to you…I still can’t and know I never will, but goodnight is good enough for now.

All dressed up for Christmas

Love Teresa x

PS, I still can’t bring myself to write Christmas cards so apologise for not sending any, thank you for those I’ve received.

Sending love to all who read this, wishing you peace, health, and happiness for the year ahead.

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THE EMPTY NEST – 4 years of CHANGE

I will be surfing over this 4th anniversary of losing Nick on the 5th September- that way there’ll be laughter as well as tears.

I was recently privileged to be interviewed for the Carrington Club Magazine. The topic for the summer edition was Change.

Here’s my interview:-

Teresa and her late husband Nick came to Carrington as clients back in 2016 for a financial overhaul and to create a plan for their retirement. Unexpectedly, Nick tragically lost his life to cancer in 2017 after a very brief period of illness, and we speak to Teresa about how she’s dealt with his loss, on top of other close family and friend bereavements in the years before. We hope that by sharing Teresa’s story, and the ways in which she’s coped with her loss and all the changes that it’s brought about, it will help others who have also experienced loss or grief, or have gone through a significant change, and we thank Teresa for being so open and honest with us about her journey.

Nick
  • Vital statistics
    • Born: Croydon, South London, April 1959, Number 5 of 6 children
    • Live: Seend, Wiltshire
    • Family: Three children – Jo, Ellie & Harry
    • Pets: Two dogs, Dill & Roo
    • Favourite holiday: Skiing/Cornwall
    • Favourite quote: ‘To see a World in a Grain of Sand. And see a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand. And Eternity in an hour.’ William Blake.
    • Favourite book: Captain Corelli’s Mandolin – Louis de Bernieres (not the film version though).
    • Hobbies: tennis, surfing, cycling, walking and spending time with family and friends.
    • What makes you most happy/ how do you unwind/ relax: See above!
    • What could you not live without: My family – oh, and a good cup of coffee!
    • Favourite film: ‘Untouchable’ starring Omar Sy & Francois Cluzet

Tell us a little about your life now.

I’ve recently moved to a place called Seend, which is about three miles west of Devizes. It’s perfect in terms of location for visiting places like Bath and Bristol and has happily worked out to be a conveniently in the middle of my three children who are now in Cornwall, Manchester and Brighton. The new house is lovely – it’s on the side of a hill and has the most awesome views looking over towards Salisbury Plain. It was a totally random choice; I didn’t know where I wanted to go after Nick passed away. I had been thinking of selling the family home for a while but hadn’t a clue where to move to. When we originally bought our last house, it needed a LOT of work to make it into the lovely family home Nick and I both envisaged, but we always had it in mind when the time came, we’d sell it for our pension fund. So, it was always in the reckoning, it’s just happened a lot sooner than I expected.

Moving out of Kitley Lodge

Initially I thought I would never be able to leave the house because Nick was everywhere. I still saw him in so many places – pottering about in the garden (his favourite way to relax), at his desk in the office, or stretched out on the sofa, pencil behind his ear doing a cryptic crossword – but as the time went on, I needed to run away more and more from the cloak of grief that seemed to cover me whenever I was in the house.  I would go and stay with kind friends all over the world and travelled as much as I could, just to feel a bit lighter, but each time I came up the drive again to return home, my heart would sink. I didn’t realise at the time but I was sinking into depression. It was just too difficult to pretend I was ok when I wasn’t. Everyone’s life seemed to have carried on whereas mine had stopped. Making the decision to sell the house was the hardest part and the thought of all I had to do to make a move possible caused me much anxiety, but I leant on family and friends who supported me to realise I only had to take it a step at a time. I knew a big change was the way for me to move forward and find a life again – some people find comfort in where they are,– but for me it’s different. Some people call me headstrong, but I know that for me, making a big change in life is what I have to do, I have to shake my life up – and okay I might get it wrong but hey, I’ve done something. And it’s better to do something than nothing at all – that’s how I feel.  In my new house my grief is still with me, it will never go. Nick will always be tucked in my heart but I’m learning to grow around him and, as much as I love him, here, he’s not in my face all the time. I can choose what I tell new people I meet about my circumstances, and I don’t have constant triggers of the life I’ve lost when I’m going about my day.

How did you meet the Carrington team?

We met the guys at Carrington through a good friend of mine, Celia. We’d started the business and wanted to sort our finances out. We were talking to her one day when she said, “I use a great firm and can’t recommend them highly enough. ” We had a meeting with Mike in the autumn before Nick got diagnosed in the February – so from my point of view it was really fortuitous that we’d had such an in depth chat with him, and  gone through all our finances in detail. When Nick was diagnosed, he and I had a conversation in the hospice. I said “Tell me now what you want and then we won’t talk about it again but concentrate on living. What do you want me to do – do you want to be cremated or buried?”, he replied “cremated” and I asked him “where do you want to be put?” He just looked at me and said, “I don’t care where I am as long as I’m with you.” I then asked him, “what should I do about the finances – what do I do about money, what do I do about pensions?” He then said one of the most comforting things I could hear at that moment, “leave it with Carringtons, leave it with Mike. I trust them, they’ll sort you out – they’ll look after you – just leave it with Mike”. At this point I was trying to cope with our whole lives imploding – Nick’s illness and the shock of his swift decline, doctors and oncology appointments, the family, whilst also running the company.  It was such a comfort to put that side of things away – knowing Carrington would take care of everything and make sure that I was okay.

I very much feel that they’ve got my back, which is what I need in my situation. I’m very fortunate that with selling the house we renovated, I’m financially okay. Mike reassures me of that every time we have a meeting. He looks at the cash flow forecasts, with his red and blue graphs, and says “you’ll be fine.” He explains everything and I use this opportunity to tell him my future plans, usually ending with me asking, “will I be ok?’ That’s what I need to know. I’ve also ‘borrowed’ a close friend’s husband, Chris, who is in finance. He comes to the meetings with Carolyn and Mike and afterwards Chris and I go for a fine lunch somewhere as a treat, when he runs through everything again and reassures me I can rely on the advice they’re giving me. Now that I’ve sold the house, it’s a real comfort to know I’m okay financially, that I don’t need to rely on anyone else. I never expected to be in this situation and widowed at 58.

My mum surrounded by her brood with one more child to come.

Who is your biggest inspiration?

My mother. She was a great inspiration to me. She was the most loving ,kind and generous person I know. She’d been married for 30 years with six children. My father was coming up for retirement and she was very unhappy. She decided she needed to make a big change and had the courage to leave her marriage. I’ve always believed that if you are unhappy with your life, it is your responsibility to do something about it. My first marriage wasn’t a success and my mother’s courage to do something about her unhappiness gave me the instigation to do something about mine. It certainly wasn’t an easy time and not something I’m proud of but I wasn’t going to blame anyone else that I’d had an unhappy life. I met Nick and it took us a few years to end up together as we were both determined to make sure our life plan was on the same page. The same need for change came about when I was diagnosed with cancer at 40 – we had a terrible five years. I was ill, I lost my mother and sister to cancer, Nick’s sister died from cancer and a close school friend and her family were lost in the Asian Tsunami.  I went on a five-year cancer drug trial, and I remember saying to Nick, “unless we do something completely radical, I’m going to end up on Prozac”. I felt like I had lost my sense of hope.

Back then we had a year’s window to move the kids’ education before Jo went to into sixth form and Ellie to secondary school. Nick grew up in a village environment and we both wanted to move out of London and try a new place, so we moved the family from south London to Sussex, again we were lucky to find a lovely village by chance. We completely changed our lives to start again. So, I knew I could do it again, – I was just doing it on my own this time. I knew making a big change had worked for me in the past so I had to have a go with what I hoped would work in the future. But I had to give myself time, time to come to a place where it felt right.

Walking round the Alhambra, Granada.

I’m not the person I was. I’m just not. In the year before Nick was diagnosed, I lost my brother to cancer and Nick was sorting out his own brother’s estate while going through his treatment. Bereavement has changed me. I think what they say about grief is true, the first year you’re in shock, the second year you’re starting to wake up to your reality – and it can get better or implode at that stage. I think in the third year, because of the pandemic, as well as everything else, everything just fell apart for me. I could see no hope in life. I was diagnosed with depression, and it was the steadfast support of my family and friends that helped pull me through. But there’s a stubborn streak in me. What example am I to my kids if I don’t rise again? What example am I if I don’t show them that sh*t happens, and that life is sh*t sometimes, but if you don’t keep ploughing away, if you don’t keep getting up (and there are many times when I’ve not seen the point of getting up, I’ve just wanted to be under that duvet) what example is that? And I suppose in a way I feel I’m honouring Nick. He fell in love with this strong, gutsy woman, if I give in, what is that saying about him and me, and the woman he fell in love with? So, there are lots of things that make me get on and get up every day, and when I’m at my worst and having a bad day, I ring my sister or my girlfriends who will readily give me the prod I need to get back on track. I’m so lucky to have a great network of friends and family.

It’s really hard to know what to say to someone that’s grieving. A lot of people cross the road because they don’t know how to approach you. You are showing them their worst nightmare. They can’t say or do anything that is going to make the situation go away for you. You just want someone to acknowledge your grief and walk beside you, that’s all. Just say “yes, it’s horrible and it’s sh*t and it’s awful for you”, and just be there, and just listen when you want to bend their ear. No expectations, no words of platitude, just help you bear the pain of the grief by being there. I took girlfriends to appointments with me or asked them to make phone calls when I wasn’t able to say the words ‘I’m ringing because my husband’s died,’ when dealing with his estate and probate. Grief makes you so fragile, however strong you think you are; you can break down in the gentlest of breezes.

It’s been a really good move to come here – I feel a lot more hopeful; I feel I’m starting to get things in the right place – I’ve got my finances sorted, the kids have all picked up and are carving a path for themselves now, which is great to see and how it should be.  I’ve always wanted to surf, but told myself I was too old/too stiff and that I needed to do more yoga! Last year, when we had that little window over the summer when lockdown eased, I said to a friend that I needed to go away and do something and mentioned to him that I’d always wanted to surf – he replied, “well go and surf then!” I found this surf company down in Cornwall who were brilliant, and I found a little Airbnb as I knew that I had to start doing things on my own. I realise, particularly going back to my flying days, that I love to travel – I like to check in at home, but I also like to go away a lot – so I told the kids I was going surfing. My daughter, Ellie, wanted to come with me. She did and she also loved it, and she’s now changed her direction in life and is working with the surfing company, which is fantastic. More recently I’ve been Zip Wiring over a quarry in Wales, cycled along the towpath of the Kennet and Avon canal to Bath and I’m learning to paddle board.

What advice would you give to someone going through grief or a period of change?

I think you’ve got to allow yourself time. Change is such a difficult thing, and you get so many emotions coming in – anxiety, insecurity, questioning whether it’s the right thing to do.  There are so many questions that come to mind, you can easily talk yourself out of making a change – you can overthink it terribly, and then you risk not doing anything at all. I think if you’re going through a great change, you need to feel your way into it and just take your time. Lists are good – I love a list!

I’m very impatient, but I’ve learnt that things evolve, whether you want them to or not. You can make choices, but some choices are made for you that you’re not aware of and that you have no control over. It’s like the swan where you’re gliding along but there are things furiously going on underneath – sometimes you fight against them and it’s exhausting, change is exhausting. Sometimes you have to give yourself space, you’ve got to give yourself time to breathe, sit and reflect, and then move forward a bit more – and also be aware you can go two steps forward and one step back, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing – because that gives you time to reassess, it gives time for other influences to come in, and you might then  go in a different direction.

Don’t look at the mountain, just look at a step at a time – just do little bits and step by step you’ll get there. You’ve also got to be open to the fact that if you pushed one door and it didn’t quite open there might be another one behind it in the corner that you hadn’t seen, and that might be your door – but if you’re not opening the doors in the first place how are you ever going to know?  That’s one thing I tell my kids, I think their twenties are the time to get out there and meet people and try things before responsibility, mortgages and life takes hold of you. Okay, so you don’t like that job so try another – it’s not the be all and end all – you’ve just got to keep pushing the doors until you find your fit.

Climbing Snowdon in the rain.

What inspired you to start your blog?

The Empty Nest was all about when your kids have left home. There are so many blogs about toddlers and bringing up babies but there didn’t seem to be many about when they leave home, and how that feels for parents.  Especially for women who are home builders and have brought up the family, they feel a big void. I’ve always tried to write humorous blogs – I used to write humorous articles on our relocation to Sussex from London for regional magazines such as Sussex Life – just about funny things that happened to us – such as me, the towny, being chased across a field by a ram in my sparkly, flip flops on the way to the school pickup. So, I asked the kids if they were okay with me writing about them and I just wrote about some of the funny things that happened to us. I love writing.  Writing a novel is a long process and writing a blog is immediate – and I like the combination of the two. That’s why I started it – for my own entertainment but also to share funny family moments, and I thought that other families in the same situation would be able to relate to them and laugh! I just want people to read my posts and enjoy them, I want them to be light relief, there’s too many horrible things in the world, and I just see them as a bit of fun, humorous, and I’m very sarcastic!

On the beach in Spain

Do you think it’s helped you by writing things down?

It’s helped me enormously – writing is my creative outlet, and I wasn’t going to publish the early posts on my blog after I lost Nick, because they are very personal and they’re very honest, and as with all writing, you’re opening yourself up and putting yourself out there, but I’ve had a lot of people come back to me and say that they’ve been helpful to read. It also helps me to see, when I go back to the first ones, what a different place I’m in now, because I told it as it was in the beginning, and it was dreadful, but now I can see it’s a lot more upbeat and my humour is coming through again. I only tend to blog on special anniversaries, and I often write it as a letter to Nick because it just helps me formulate my ideas. It’s like telling him how we’re coping without him, how he’s left a huge void in our lives but we’re getting there, we’re making our lives work again. I hope it helps other people to see that you don’t come through grief, you don’t move on, it’s the analogy of grief being a void in your heart and it’s huge, but you grow around it – you find a way to live with it – it doesn’t disappear, and when I have a thought that really touches deep down it brings it all back, but I can at least still go on every day – whereas in the beginning I couldn’t even face the day. So, it’s helped me enormously in that way.

I hope my blog is helping people, life’s hard and don’t be afraid to ask for help. I shamelessly ask anyone now who I think might help. I am quite a private person which sounds crazy, when I write a blog about my life, but this is my way of putting it out there, you have to just keep going, every day, a step at a time, that’s all you can ask of yourself.

What are your goals?

To be as popular as Adele Parks! I don’t have an agent or publisher at the moment, I just love writing – I wish I could make it pay and I could spend all day doing it. I’ve had lots of small successes: – my two novels, Love, Suzi  (based on my diaries when I was cabin crew)  and Choices are out in the world and  I’m working on another book at the moment. I’ve written a children’s middle grade adventure, short stories and a poignant but humorous memoir of my year of cancer. They say never give up and I won’t, I’m obstinate – I think that’s what’s pulled me through.

Flying the skies

Other goals include to travel more. When I was an air stewardess I really enjoyed coming and going and I miss that. But mainly my goal is just to be okay, it’s not such a huge goal anymore, just to be okay, okay is good. To be comfortable, to be contented, to enjoy my home & garden. Of course, there are things that I want to do but I’ve achieved a lot, I’ve had a lot in my life, I want my kids to be happy, I want to be part of their life – and just for everyone to be okay. I’m not bothered about getting old. After thinking my chips were down when I was 40, every birthday is a bonus. I want to enjoy the day, wake up, see the sunshine and watch it go down thinking “hey, today was a good day”. Whether I sat and read, cycled, went to work, did paddle boarding, or spent it with friends. There’s nothing I like more than having the kids and their friends round, eating and drinking, a lot of banter, lighting the firepit – that is the perfect day for me, just all being together.

Things I’ve learnt along the way

I’ve been thrust into retirement, not what we were planning – we were planning to work for another five years at least. And then we were going to downsize and retire – we were going to live by the coast as Nick wanted a boat, we were going to change our life and travel, and spend our “golden years” together after all the hard work. We did have a lot of times where we had very little money, but Nick could always see the bigger picture. When I got my cancer, I had to have all the lymph nodes taken out of my groin and so my leg swells up. I decided then that we couldn’t do “hot” holidays very well as a family because it’s a balance between the swelling and a heat rash with my leg– it’s okay if you’re lying down all day but you can’t lie down all day with young children! So, I thought “right, we’re going to enjoy cold holidays” so we took the children skiing and they have been the best holidays of our lives. Even now we can sit around the table and crease up with laughter recalling the funny antics of our group while skiing.  

First day… off to the slopes

The years that we couldn’t afford to go skiing I’d say to Nick “we really shouldn’t do this” and he would say “don’t worry, we need to make memories now – we’ve got the money, it’s in the house, it’s in these bricks, we just don’t have it in our hands, don’t worry about it, we’re going skiing because we have to live for now”. I’m so glad that he did that because of course, now the bricks and mortar materialised, they paid up, and we’ve got the most fantastic family memories of holidays where we just laughed the whole time – if he hadn’t been able to see that bigger picture, I would have been too cautious.

Finances are a funny thing, I’ve always been very worried – I suppose because as a woman, having taken time out to raise the family and only doing part time jobs – I knew I couldn’t have afforded to keep myself and the children, on my salary. It depends what you do as a couple but I see it as team work. Nick was earning, he loved his job and he was earning more than me and initially when I was teaching I could work part time –not possible in his line of work. Then when we started up the construction company we worked together, (I learnt to do as I was told). That’s a test of any marriage – together 24/7. They were the choices we made, as a couple for our family. We each worked in our own way to ensure our family was financially safe and that everyone also felt loved, nurtured and happy. I asked Nick once if he worried about the kids and he replied, “no, I know you’ve got that one.”

Nick taught me a lot about things like that – not to worry about the small stuff – look at the bigger picture because the small stuff will often take care of itself, and by overthinking it you get caught up in anxiety and what’s the point of that? 90% of what we worry about doesn’t happen. Worry takes away from now, it takes away from the moment – we don’t have tomorrow yet, we’ve lost yesterday, we have now. We have to keep that in the forefront of our minds, and I know it’s hard because everyone worries – but you have to think about now. In the words of Randy Pausch “It’s not about the cards you’re dealt, but how you play the hand,”  that’s what it’s all about. You have to keep coming back to the now, now is the time to live – because who knows what’s happening tomorrow. On my bad days I think “okay, even if I take things a little slower, a little more gently, because I’m feeling a little fragile – that’s okay”. It’s important to just give yourself some time and do it for the now.

In Granada looking towards the Alhambra – ate most of that breakfast too!

For all that has happened to me, and these last few years have been the hardest challenge I’ve ever had to face – I am blessed. I had a wonderful marriage to a truly wonderful man. I have three amazing children and I can live in this beautiful place – he has left me well provided for. I’m very thankful to him for that. It’s up to me now to make a life.

Final thoughts

One of my favourite poets is William Blake, he wrote  an inspirational poem about imagination, vision and seeing the bigger picture, –‘ To see a World in a Grain of Sand. And see a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand. And Eternity in an hour.’ That sums up life for me.

Love, Suzi & Choices are available on Amazon.

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The Empty Nest – Even after all this time? Always.

Hey Nick

Another year, another wedding anniversary. ‘Time and tide wait for no one.’ Chaucer.

It still feels like being on holiday after the move, but the stack of boxes are diminishing, I’m getting used to where to find things and at the same time getting to know the staff at the local tip to get rid of more ‘Stuff’. It’s amazing how you can think you need something and then when it comes out of a packing case you realise that it isn’t the essential item you thought it was.

This isn’t all mine!

It seems I’ve managed to choose to buy a house in a lovely village again. Quite by chance, just like before, when you and I found Laughton. The neighbours are friendly, the village is very pretty…

A house on the way to the canal

 …and it is in a brilliant position for getting to London, Bristol, Brighton, Cornwall and Manchester.

I’ve got out and about :- cycling in the New Forest, around Swanage and Weymouth…

and Portland Bill.

There is so much to do and explore

Bath isn’t far away

without the daily dog walks around the countryside and canals.

The White Horse

The ‘children’ have all dispersed for work and settled again. Jo to Brighton way,

Life on the road

Ellie to Cornwall

And Harry to Manchester.

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Filling the car to take Harry up to his new abode in Manchester

It seems we’re at last finding our new directions in life.

I’m making plans to change the house to how I want it. There’s an en-suite to build in the roof, a wall to knock through in the kitchen and part of the garden to landscape. That’s ok, I like a project.  Meanwhile, I have two trips to Cornwall planned in the near future ( surfing isn’t going to perfect itself without some practise), possibly a trip to the Peak District or Yorkshire and numerous weekends away (well, it can be anytime in the week really) sometimes in a campervan and sometimes roughing it.  

It seems I really do like to flit here and there, travelling as much as possible with a stop off at home along the way. A bit like my flying days but without serving ‘chicken or beef, sir?’ in between. Retirement makes that possible. There’s so many places to go to and things to do. Until we can get abroad I’ll make do with coasteering in Cornwall, cycling along the canals…

and…

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Eating mussels in Weymouth down by the harbour

eating mussels (I didn’t like them before I had Covid, now I just can’t taste them – nor anything else for that matter, so why not?)

Not the life we had planned for ourselves, Nick, and there have been times I couldn’t see the point of going on anymore, but as Joan said:-

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I’m trying my best to make a life, preferably a terrific one. Now I’ve sold Kitley Lodge, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I can emerge from the constant grief, take time out and find the real me, the me who likes to try new things, meet new people and get out there and have fun. All your hard work has made this possible. Thank you.

All my love

Teresa x

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I treated myself to a new wetsuit – super thick.

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THE EMPTY NEST – NEW BEGINNINGS

I’ve only gone and done it! In the bastardized words of Bronte, ‘Reader, I moved.’

Who would have thought watching the cows could cause sooo much interest?

Safe to say, if I ever mention I’m thinking of moving again in the near future, remind me not to! It’s taken 3 skips, numerous carloads to a wonderful lady who runs jumble sales for the village, many trips to the dump and countless bags for charity shops (ready for when they open again) to squash a five bedroomed, family house full of twenty five years’ worth of ‘stuff’ into a couple of removal vans and our cars. Needless to say, it wasn’t all plain sailing. Opening the door to the removal guys on the morning they came to load the contents of the house, they could see I was stressed. ‘Don’t worry, we can deal with that.’ Huge shout out to GA Lomer & Sons for their calm professional manner. I can’t recommend them enough. Nothing was too much trouble, and when my stress level reached it’s peak and I called Harry a plonker for a minor misdemeanour, I was gently reminded that ‘no shouting was allowed on removal day,’ which made me smile instead at my rashness and grounded me again.

Thrusting the vacuum cleaner, mop and bucket into the last remaining space in the footwell of the passenger side of my car, I then found a tin of paint left in the porch. Unable to squeeze it in to the boot because of the dogs, I found a tiny bit of room left in the aforesaid passenger footwell, so I carefully wrapped it in a black plastic bag and jammed the door shut tight.

I’d decided I wasn’t going to overthink leaving  Kitley Lodge for the last time, but pretend that I was just going out to the shops as usual. It wasn’t the time to be wracked with emotion. Stopping at the supermarket in Lewes to fill up with petrol, I’m glad I did because as I opened the passenger door to get my purse, I discovered the tin of paint had upended and spilt over the interior of the car, my favourite jumper and two jackets. (Remember there was a last-minute scramble to fit loose items in to the car, anything got thrust anywhere!) Unusually calm for me, I realised, if that was the worst to happen with moving, I had got away lightly. By the time we got to the new house, the removal men had delivered the beds and unloaded one truck, returning the next day with the rest of our furniture.

My new home, Bell Lodge, is wonderful!

The views are stunning,

the feeling of space is liberating

the walks by the canals are calming,

and the expanse of night sky is vast.

Already we’ve had a few unexpected visitors,

I’ve been told off ( nicely) by the local farmer (made me feel like a naughty schoolgirl), met the postman, figured out the heating system and discovered they do take away deliveries ( ok for you townies, but wonderful for us country folk and not available at K. L.) The curtains are up and it feels like home.

The ISS is on its way.

There’s loads for me to do with Bell Lodge. It is looking a little tired but that is the exciting bit. I can take my time and work on a few ideas I have and liven it up. A oak framed, garden room on the east side for example.

The morning sun shining through large windows will be a perfect place to read the paper at weekends while checking on what the cows in the field opposite are up to. A pizza oven next to the BBQ, could be something to enjoy on summer evenings and a sundowner in a new gazebo watching the colours of the sky fade as the twinkling lights of the night sky take over.

We have endured a lot recently, but I’m thrilled to say that at long last, life is picking up. I feel a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I am in a completely different place. Harry, Ellie and Jo have new jobs and will eventually have new places of their own to discover and to get excited about. Ellie to Cornwall ( I intend to visit often and practice my surfing), Harry to Manchester and Jo to Brighton. Making this move has been momentous, not only in the physical sense but for my own mental health. What a difference a year makes. From being in the depths of despair, I have clawed myself out of my dark hole, with the support of loved ones, to stand on the rim of expectation and hope.  It seemed an enormous mountain to climb but, by taking one step at a time, I have got there. I have achieved more than I thought I was capable of. I am excited for what my life is going to bring and I am lucky enough to have the means and ability to do so much more with it…watch this space!

Love

Teresa x

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