I didn't speak with Mike today so I can only hope and pray that all is well out there in Base Camp. I feel relaxed and confident that everything is ok. I'm a firm believer in trusting one's instincts.
I heard him on BBC Radio Wales in the morning and I felt happy that we had succeeded in making the connection. Mike still sounded like he had a sock over his head but it was great to hear him nonetheless. Dylan and Evan played on in the foreground, oblivious to the magnitude of the moment.
Today is another glorious day in Wales. We have experienced the most magical October. This Technicolor October has definitely made Mike’s absence easier to bear.
Dylan had another play date today (his social life is clearly better than mine right now!) and so after mopping up on rock and roll jobs I took advantage of Dylan’s absence to catch up with an old school friend (Hello Maria!) My life is like “Friends Reunited”.I only need to step into my local High Street to encounter somebody that I grew up with. I like that. It suits me. I’m big on roots. I like belonging. It’s reassuring. Mike feels the same way. Mike left for London to try and make it but he forever headed back up the M1 to Wales at weekends, even at the peak of his success.
We both share an intense love of all things North Wales and I assume this is why our relationship works so well. We have an understanding of each other that is so primeval it’s very difficult to shake. Our upbringing is so similar and we share so many emotional touchstones. To stand above Prestatyn at Gwaenysgor Hill and look out at the spectacular view mesmerizes the both of us.
I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of views Mike had encountered in the last few weeks. No matter how spine tingling Everest has been, I knew that Mike would still be missing the greatest view of all, back home.