Travel to Bottisham.. What a Great Recommendation
Waking up in a foreign country is quite interesting. The weather here is much better than what everyone told me it would be. There hasn’t been a spot of rain all week. After travel and spending my first few days visiting friends in London; it was time to travel elsewhere and go visit grandfather in his small town of Bottisham. After the hustle and bustle of the city, Bottisham has provided a wonderful change of pace. It has been very peaceful during the nighttime hours.
Yesterday, I went down to the Cambridge river and watched a few of the boating teams compete in what is known affectionately as the bumps. The bumps are a competition where the boats attempt to bump the others as they jockey for position along the river course. The shouts and screams from the cox-men as they motivated their teams to row was truly inspiring; and a tiny bit comical.
After spending time enjoying the bumps
Imagining what it must feel like to be out on the river; I found a cozy bench in a park and sat down to take in the natural surroundings of being outside the city. As I sat there, journaling about the experience that I have had; thus far in England. I got wrapped up in my writing and didn’t even notice my grandfather approach. He is a tall man, his long, black, handcrafted walking stick clanks of the sidewalk with a sharp ticking.
“Hello, grandson. How were the bumps?”
“It was quite interesting, the guys really go at it.”
“They certainly do. Are you ready to go see where your grandpa used to travel and fly out of when the second world war was going on?”
I shook my head and said yes to wanting to travel here
My history side was the most intrigued side of me when I travel to Europe. There is so much history here and it is all intriguing to me. As we decided to travel more, we drove over to the old air base; my grandfather regaled me with tale after tale of aerial maneuvers and fighting the German pilots over the continental European countries.
We pulled up to a line of trees and parked the car on the side of the road. I hopped out and helped my grandfather out of the car. My grandfather, now nearly 90 years old, had been through hell and back with living through the Second World War and trying to adapt to life after war. In 1957, his wife had simply had enough of his antics. She had divorced him and moved to the United States. Since then, grandfather has been alone over here; making his way through his Parliamentary service for years.
As we walked along the line of trees
Grandfather explained the various roles of the men who made the Royal Air Force get off the ground. He said that being a pilot was easy; mainly because everyone else made their lives easy. Down at the end of the long row of trees, my mother stood waiting for us.
“Hello, mom. I hope you found the area easily enough, Is it alright if I leave grandfather with you? There is just one more thing I need to do.”
“Yes, of course. We’ll meet up in a little bit for dinner.” She winked at him behind her father’s back.
I arrived at the church to find my girlfriend waiting patiently for me
“Sorry for making you wait, when you meet my grandfather, you’ll understand he is a talker.”
I smiled at her and gave her a quick kiss. “I’m glad you decided to travel to England for a little while though.”
We walked over to the cemetery and meandered through the tombstones until I found my great grandparents, two dark tombstones next to each other. “I never met them. But I heard they were great people. Mom says they loved it here.”
She smiled at me and hugged my arm close. “Come on, babe, I have one more thing to show you about his old church.”
We walked out to the gardens just as the sun was setting over the land
Through the garden’s alter, the sun was framed in the upper portion of the arch. I peered over Annie’s shoulder and saw my mother and grandfather off to the side. I looked back at Annie and dropped to one knee.
“Annie, I love you, and I have known that you were the one since we went on our third date. Will you marry me?”
I found out later that when Annie said yes, my grandfather turned into my mother’s shoulder and cried with joy having seen his youngest grandson get engaged. He would die three months later, not making the wedding due to heart failure suffered from years of bad habits. We took him home to Bottisham and buried him with his parents. His grave still stands in the cemetery wreathed in purple and gold daisies.
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