As a friend put it on Friday, in the wake of the EU referendum results ‘I’m experiencing emotions I can’t name, I certainly haven’t felt them before’.
Politics isn’t something I’d normally mention here, but the referendum and decision for the UK to leave the EU is to big to walk on by. I’m gutted. Horrified. Sad and bitterly disappointed for my boys. A few of those unidentifiable emotions my friend mentioned are swilling around in the mix too.
A conversation I overheard, seemed to me, to capture the fact that many folk hadn’t got a handle on the chain of events voting ‘leave’ would set in motion.
First women. ‘My son says Nando’s are leaving the UK because of Brexit’
Second women. ‘Oh my god, you’d think it was the end of the world, all we did was put a cross in a box on a bit of paper!’
I wasn’t sure if to laugh or cry, so I just stood in front of the newspaper stand in crushing bewilderment.
Mr Uphilldowndale and I were set to go to Loweswater, in Cumbria on Friday, in preparation for Daz’s Memorial fell race. We didn’t like going and leaving Joe home alone, he’d been up all night watching the results come in and was as down as we were; but Spud the dog stayed at home to keep him company, as ironically Tom is away, in Europe, working (we cast a proxy vote on his behalf).
We stopped by at Dodds Wood and climbed up to the viewing point to see the osprey’s this and a walk in the woods did us good and soothed our souls a little.
The next day I had chance to contemplate the hills and some of the many emotional events of the last few weeks, and some of those emotions spilt out. The sheep was my confidante .
What more can I say.