A blank canvas

in a new home of our child ... a holiday holiday and a surprise one August day before the Bon voyage. I was in this home when she came in jangling her car key. The only way she could have driven her reserved car off the garage forecourt was to have passed her test. This the way of how our one cobbled up life is in the now. I knew about the car. The test was left as a surprise. 

We never thought I would be in the area she now resides in, at this test pass time. It was a special moment indeed.  I was able to be driven the day she qualified to drive a vehicle. We celebrated in our first trip to Nantwich. We had a spectacular Indian meal out, by the chance in find, that same evening. 

Indeed special, special moments. A day not forgotten in the experience of life in movement usual again ...  after such different times to the norm ... 

An enchanting summer in a span of our summer birthday months once in time ... A time elsewhere catching up in experiences with the current. The feel of summer in climes new and much for the first time since we were encased within reduction in life rhythms... The senses bursting in cuisine, beverages, in environments of coffee shops chains and one off tea rooms. The cultural journey from A-B. The food of many cultures ... the most delicious risotto. The converse in basic Spanish while our daughter was there. 

The experiences shared on the time when they were home. The walks by water in canals, lakes, ponds, rivers and streams. The shopping for a new home. The walks in a new town. The road trips after the pass. The ability to go beyond the county. The bottle kilns, architecture, factories. A few cinema trips. The spruce up of a home. So much encapsulated in the magical balmy summer days again .. It may not have been in the south or south west of England of old. The very new in an area only once fleetingly passed in other summer months past ... in holidays and trips this way. 

Me and my tablet in the drive by on a road trip