My friends are scattered throughout the world. I know no one in the city in which I was born and brought up, went to school and uni and worked until I was 26 and left. A friend recently said that when her friend left the village in which they both lived "I could leave here now. She was part of what made this village home. Su hogar fue mi hogar. These are the ties that bind us. And in a way that is difficult to define, I feel alone again.". And I knew how she felt.
When we went to Lewis in the '70s we left 450 miles behind the life we had made for ourselves, our friends and our families. We forged new lives with new friends.
I stayed on the Island. Most of the friends I made in those formative years have left even though many have remained very close friends. There are times when I have felt alone again. And then new people have arrived and new friendships have been forged.
And now I have deserted them for six months of each year.
In fact because my friends are scattered throughout the world I have become used to keeping in touch by all sorts of means in this age of easy communication.
But this evening as I was about to do something or other Wendy came down to bring me the mail she had collected from the mailbox and to have a chat. Several hours and several glasses of conviviality later she poddled off back up the lane home.
And the above words came back to me. And I understood what she meant with a new clarity. There is nothing like sharing words face to face.