We’ve come up to Macclesfield for a weekend at Bob & Marie’s. We drove up Friday afternoon and arrived at Bobs by early evening. Marie had made a lovely Jamaican chicken curry followed by an awesome cheese cake – what a welcome!
On Saturday we walked up to The White Nancy ( or the teat as I called it) on Kerridge Hill. For not really a lot of effort you get amazing views of the Cheshire plains looking across to Manchester, Stockport, Alderley edge, Winter hill and north Wales.
In the evening we had a barbecue at Bobs his garden is looking great he must be so proud of it.
On Sunday we met up for lunch with Jaks, Stuart and Ol at the Old Kings Head in Macclesfield. It’s been great to see everyone. A right good weekend, Thanks Bob and Marie!
It was a strange feeling for me, looking across the area where I was born but only spent the first 8 years of my life there. I still feel a really strong emotional attachment to this area even though I was so young when I left and my childhood memories are just limited to Bramhall and going to school there.
I have now lived in Earls Colne for nearly 30 years and in this area for nearly 50 years and when I am cycling home and I get a view of the village I feel fortunate to live in such a lovely place and for K and I to have been able to bring Emma up there but I still feel a certain hard to define, emptiness. I struggle to define what it is. Dad is colchester so I do have my closest family all nearby but I still feel that I don’t have a deeper connection to the area and it leaves me feeling adrift but I wonder if I returned to this area ( I’m writing this in Macclesfield) is it too late to find those bonds that tie you too an area that you can call home?
