We were very doubtful about travelling to North Wales on Friday. We still had snow laying about here, and felt sure there would be plenty still over the pass. In the event the fog was the most worrying, but it disappeared after Shrewsbury. The Satnav directed us by Welshpool and Dolgellau, which was tedious but efficient. We never did find out why, although some people had heard the pass had been closed.
We were so glad we went. Dave's Mum is now very frail, eating nothing for nearly a week and spending a lot of time quietly contemplating in bed. On the Saturday morning however she was able to walk with help to the bathroom and have a wonderful bubble bath, then sit in her recliner for the rest of the morning. We had lovely chats in small bytes, and she was so pleased to see us, especially her son. When I asked her how she was going to spend her morning she said 'Dreaming. Lovely dreams, all the lovely times.' Her body may be winding down, but her mind and spirit are working well, and it was a privilege to talk to her and hear her sharing some of her thoughts about the joy of going to be with Joe and the wrench of leaving behind all the children in the middle of all their doings.
It was a real family weekend. Mum is needing a lot of physical care, and the household is on hold while she does her dreaming and greets her visitors with pleasure and concern for their journeys and well-being. We didn't attempt to do anything exciting, but just enjoyed one another and revelled in the 'time out'.
Rachel checked the traffic sites and a friend in Trawsfynydd on Sunday morning and ascertained that the pass was clear. We travelled through a winter wonderland to Shropshire, where the green fields showed no sign of the recent snows. Lunch at Dobbies in Shrewsbury then a straighforward uneventful trip home, arriving around 6 o'clock.
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