I'm wondering about the value of keeping this blog going. I never have any feedback and have little idea if anyone actually reads it. So over the past year entries have become occasional rather than regular, and I write mainly for my own amusement and to reflect on what's happening in my life.
Our new life in London is interesting. We are trying out new activities and new groups. The University of the Third Age has introduced us to new people, and random meets have led to new introductions. The astonishing fact is that almost everyone we've met has a Welsh connection. Either a grandparent, great grandparent, sister in law is from Wales or has some one close living in Wales. Some spent childhood summer holidays in Wales, others moved to London when they were small as their parents came looking for work. Enthusiasm for learning and practising Welsh is impressive. So my husband has re-found Wales in a London suburb and is very happy
. I am still searching for soul mates and the desire to create a life here that isn't all about the pursuit of leisure and filling-in time, but has some meaning,perhaps a different meaning and purpose from the one I found in Wales and that lasted for 38 years. Not having my work as a counsellor is a big loss to me but it would not be easy to set up in private practice here. New times, new places, new opportunities. In the current climate of Trump and Brexit I'm sure it won't be long before I find the right opportunity. In the meantime, it was a Welsh sailor at the demise of the Titantic who shouted out across the icy water the immortal words,'Is there anybody out there? ' Perhaps someone will hear this shout and get back to me!