Post 1647. Saturday April 7
I’ll never forget that day. My mobile rang. Rosey. I held the phone away from my ear; she always shouts! Only this time she didn’t. I moved it closer and heard sobbing, gentle sobbing.
“Rosey,” I said, “what’s up?”
After a long silence, she whispered “I’m at Grannies beach hut”
“Stay there,” I said. “I’m coming over”.
When I arrived the hut’s door was open, but there was no sign of Rosey. Then I saw her, sitting down at the water’s edge. I walked down.
She stood, turned, then leaped forward flinging her arms around me.
“Grannies gone” she whimpered. “Gone”.
“Gone where?” I asked. Rosey stepped back and stared at me with tear-filled eyes, and I realised I’d asked a foolish question. Grannie had passed away. Her expression changed to one of anger.
“Why?” she yelled. “I saw her yesterday. Why didn’t she tell me? We promised. No secrets, ever” She kicked me in the shin, then trudged back up the beach, shoulders stooped, head bowed.
Rosey and Grannie were very close. They’d often meet at the beach hut for a chat about things she couldn’t possibly discuss with her parents! Jan, or Grannie Jannie as Rosey called her, sometimes joined us all at the pub for a pint of Guinness and would tell us funny things Rosey said as a child. Like when Rosey farted and said it was her poo talking! And when Grannie said, ‘I love you Rosey’ and she said ‘I love me too’. That sort of thing.
I left Rosey alone for a few moments before joining her. She suddenly turned and smiled. “It’s the horse races tomorrow,” she said.
“Are you sure you want to go?” I asked.
“Yes” she said “Grannie gave me a fiver to put on a horse. It’s called Fond Farewell!”
“There’s no horse called Fond Farewell” I said. Her expression changed, and the tears returned.
“That was her way of telling me, wasn’t it?”
I apologise for breaking my Golden 200 Word Rule! It won’t happen again!
Fear not, Monday the humour will return! H is for Hole
On this day last year, I took you for a walk on the village green in Amble Bay. To revisit click HERE