Saturday 3 February 2007
Bye Bye Helen
One of the happiest goodbyes I've ever been a part of, leaving or staying. Salopettes greasy with wet, soggy trainers and the wind still prattling around our ears MaxSeanGuy hotfooted down the mountain, down Eki Mae and bowled into the station to wave off Helen. There was a Goodbye committee! Friends all. Each bought a platform ticket and we all raced along beside the Tsubasa Shink and waved and panted as Helen stood tall and welling up on the other side of a very small door-window. We watched the train draw along the tracks and the clouds snuffed out the last of the sunshine we saw today.
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It reminds me of another happy goodbye - probably about two years ago, give or take a week or two - when ChampSebGuy went hurtling alongside a French TGV at Narbonne station, waving like loons, until one, I forget who - damn you, mists of time - was felled by a lamp-post. And I audibly laughed to myself, despite the agog French family across the aisle, whose children looked like they'd known no such fun, before daydreaming that beautiful coastline landscape away. That winter day, snow was freakishly falling from an empty blue and chill sky, as I envied you your trip over the border and adventure onwards.... so pleased to have been part of it...
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