We went a long way to walk a mile.
I wasn’t looking forward to the day- the long drive, the rain that was forecast, but most of all for the reason for the walk. And it wasn’t the best start either as Dadonthebrink had to reluctantly duck out of joining us last minute, we were running late and Angelina kept throwing up most of the two and a bit hours of driving.
We were heading for the Rare Breeds Trust in Kent, near Ashford.
Arriving the car park was quickly filling up; Lots of people- mostly families with young children;
A Mile in the memory of Matilda Mae sign directing us to the entrance.
The walk set off, just as we got to the large group of people.
It took us along long buggy- friendly board walks,
into beautiful woods with a carpet of purplish blue,
a magical totem pole with special packet of seeds- forget-me-nots,
by the giants’ kingdom, where they sat and watched over their fields,
giving glimpses of children’s play paradise,
till we were back where we set off from.
There was a large tent with all sorts of toys, music and face painting. Kids loved it and played so happily.
Bubbles floated up- big and small- throwing kisses to the baby girl in the sky who was missing from this walk.
We sang twinkle, twinkle little star as the beautiful violin accompanied us; eyes glistened from the realisation of why we were here, who’s short life we were celebrating.
The violist played In the Night Garden, we blew bubbles. Sombre, yet beautiful. Lifted by the children enjoying the toys, the bubbles and eachother’s company.
Then we had a our picnics, played, and played… and played some more, watched pigs race, stroked fluffy animals before heading home.
The day was beautiful, the day was sad. Matilda Mae was missing from her mummy and daddy’s arms! Yet her presence was felt in so many ways. Her spirit permeated the day.
The way her lovely family and friends rallied around. It is evident each heart has a special nook for Matilda Mae. Some smaller, some bigger, but she has definitely left her mark forever.
The woods took our breath away. The bluebells in full bloom at this time of year! They are very late, as if it was meant to be. A special tribute for this memorial mile, even the woods dressed in their shade of purple.
We had the most glorious weather, despite all the dreary forecasts. It was playful with a cheeky wind, clouds and sunshine. It only rained, and rained hard, as the day was ending. Just like a young child has a tantrum as the fun is ending
… then as a final good night we had the most spectacular and dramatic sky.
And was that a little question mark in the clouds? #
As if asking:
Did you have a lovely day playing with Matilda Mae?