Some days we never forget and for so many different reasons.The 27 September 1986, a saturday, is one such day. I remember it was a day to myself, doing what I love, travelling, and more importantly it was leaving the responsibilities of moving to a new country and mothering behind for a day.
'John had planned to take his son down to the Loire Valley for the day to visit some chateaux and he invited me along. As you can imagine all heads turned to Fred. 'No problem, I'll look after the kids' - how about that!'
The day off was one of the first days after all the years of work, pregnancies, renting out 38 Arthur Road, the packing, the move, leaving behind family and friends, the temporary homes, the terrifying new world I faced each day, the isolation and the loneliness, that I felt energised and I felt like me again.
John must have seen how I was really feeling and recognised the need in me to escape. Thank you John for your intuition and friendship.
My 12 hours were spent along in the upper reaches of the Loire Valley near Orleans about 170km from Paris visiting chateaux. We went into Chambord, on the Loire River, Blois and Chateaudun, on the Loir River. This set a pattern for us, Fred and I would do trips most weekends, visiting a chateau and seeing the gardens was a favourite pastime.
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