grandad kit

Thank you for reading my blog. If you have difficulty seeing your grandchildren, or have any views about my situation, I would welcome your messages by e-mail through this blog site. If you wish, just use a first name or a nickname and your identity will be protected, like mine – “Grandad Kit.”

Dear “Tom”

Nearly cut off by the tide

You are now four years old. I am your other grandfather, the one you have just met, but only the once. At the moment, it looks highly unlikely that we will ever see you again, but whatever happens please believe that I love you dearly and always will. You are my flesh and blood, and always will be. We will meet again one day, I am sure. I am writing this daily "blog" to you to make up for the fact that I can't speak to you right now. I hope that one day you will be able to read this.

Grandad's back home tonight after a hectic four days when I've driven about 1500 miles. I nearly had a bit of bothert yesterday. I was walking along a beach looking for something to photogrpah when I came to a fence. Well, fences are for getting round, and there was a gap between this big steel fence and the sea. So round I went, and along the beach, looking for this thing (and I never did find it). And it was gettign dark. So eventually I decided enough was enough and I wasn't going to find what I wanted, and I couldn't get any further along the beach, and it was getting dark. Then I realised that the tide was coming in. I sort of knew that alreday, but there were no waves atall, only the wake from pasing ships. I diid know the tide would be coing in, but only gradually. Then I realised the tide was coming in faster and faster. If I wasn't careful, I would be cut off!

There was no danger of Grandad getting drowned, because I could have climbed up the bank, well above tide level, but there was no way I could climb over this steel fence which wa about eight foot high. The worst thing that could happen would be that I would be stranded all night, waiting till the tide wnet out agaiin. if I couldn't get back in time to go round the end of the fence where I'd come through. I didn'tt mind that so much, it wasn't too cold and the wether was dry, but what would Nana Ann say when she rang me up? I'd have to tell her where I was, then she would undoubtedly have got the coastguard out to come and resuce me! It would have been really embarrasing.

Anyway, at least I can runa nd this I did with a vengeance. When I got back to the fence - and it was further than I thought - the sea was alreday lapping around it, but not too deep for me to get across. But when I did eventually get home to Nana Ann, she realised that somethig had happened. My shoes were caked in mud. So I was in trouble after all!

Yesterday I met my old school friend and stayed with him and his wife. I was a bit worried about the wife, but she was very nice. Soem wives don't like their husbands asking people to stay without gettting their permission first, although that's only right. Needless to say, me and Kit jawed and jawed the whole night away. Kit has an amazing memory. He remebers things I've forgotten. He even knew every single exam that I took, all those years ago. Kit is a grandad, jusy like me. he has three grandaughters (not one grandson like you) although they live in Australia, but he and his wife do go out there once a year. Maybe we shoulkd try that with your Mam and Dad, visit once a year. But that's not possible riow.

I sent another card to you and your Mam yesterday. In for a penny, in for a pound. Or, may as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. I'll tell you what these things mean one day.

Love from

Grandad Kit and Nana Ann