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Cogges 5^th Anniversary, Royal visit. A volunteers perspective.

Cogges Heritage Trust is celebrating its fifth year of re-opening the manor and farm. From a shaky start it's gone from strength to strength. In fact, I heard that we are about to welcome our 200,00th visitor. Not bad considering we only had 11,000 visitors the first year we opened.

To celebrate, Cogges hosted a lunchtime reception for all their volunteers and supporters, to which a special guest, HRH the Countess of Wessex, was invited. The schedule of the day was very tightly planned. The Countess was coming to plant a tree and unveil a plaque commemorating the day. The royal party were running late, but a marquee had been set up on the lawn in front of the house for the reception and we passed the time enjoying canapes and drinks. I was really touched as many of my fellow volunteers took time to come and wish me well as I had a special role to play in the day.

At long last, the Countess arrived. As the helicopter set down in the field beside the manor house, all the guests standing by the wall to watch the landing were covered in newly cut grass stirred up by the helicopter's rotary blades. Some children from Blake’s school lined the field, at a safe distance, and the Countess took time to speak to them before making her way to the walled garden.

The Countess was greeted by, the Vice Lord Lieutenant, John Harwood, and other local dignitaries. 

She was then given a short history of the site, by Tim Partridge; a tour of the garden by Heather Horner and Jennifer Matheson, followed by a demonstration of a 'vegetable growing session', by some school children. 

She then proceeded into the orchard where she was supposed to watch a wool weaving session by some more children, before planting an apple tree in the orchard. But as we were all already lined up to watch the tree planting, much to the horror of our Director, Colin, Judy, the Chairman of the trust, took her to plant the tree first. She said later that she couldn't just walk past us all, despite giving Colin a near heart attack.

As the Countess made her way over to the woodland area to watch the wool weaving session, she stopped to talk to some children who were having a picnic in the orchard with their mums. She was very natural with them and made them laugh.

While this was all going on, I made my way to the dairy lawn, where I was to wait to be introduced to the Countess and invited to explain to her how Cogges was used as a location for Downton Abbey, i.e. as Yew Tree Farm. As you can imagine, I was very nervous. But I'd been briefed by Colin, that she was a big Downton Abbey fan, and it was just meant to be 'two Downton fans having a chat.' As I'd only been given five minutes, to talk, I wasn't sure how that was going to work. After what seemed like an eternity, the Countess and her entourage emerged from the orchard. I was very nervous, but before they reached me, the Countess stopped to look at our Vorwerk chickens, and when she bent over and talked to them, I knew that it was going to be OK.

Finally, my big moment came. Judy introduced me and told her that I was going to talk about Downton, at which point she replied, 'I love Downton'. As we walked towards the farmyard, I explained about some of the changes the Downton art department had to make, including the making of a false dovecot to hide a security light. I showed her a photograph of it and she said that it was lovely and it was a shame that we couldn't keep it. I also told her about an amusing incident, concerning one of our Cotteswold Lion sheep, which occurred on the first day of filming, which she thankfully did find funny. If you want to hear the story, you’ll have to come on one of my tours.

As we made our way over to the house, I explained how they transformed the kitchen into the interior of Farmer Drewe's cottage, and then my part in the day was over.

In the kitchen, the Countess was introduced to Carol Treadwell and Ingrid Allen who persuaded her to have a go at making some welsh cakes, before making her way to the marquee.

After some lunch, Judy made a speech about the Cogges journey so far, and announced that we had been awarded the Best Team of Volunteers award by the OVCA. Judy then invited the Countess to unveil the plaque. The Countess was then presented with one of our mugs depicting Cogges as Yew Tree Farm, which contained some fudge made by volunteers. Then, it was time for the Countess to return to the helicopter and go on her way.

It was a really special day for all of us at Cogges. There was a lovely atmosphere and I was once again very touched by the support I received from my colleagues, both before and after my big moment. I'm so proud of them all and of what we have helped Cogges to achieve over the past five years and excited about the next phase in Cogges’ development. It was a day to remember and I’m sure that all of us that were privileged to be there will do so with great affection.

My adventures continue:- A royal visit.

Cogges Heritage Trust is celebrating its fifth year of re-opening the manor and farm. From a shaky start it's gone from strength to strength. In fact, I heard that we are about to welcome our 200,00th visitor. Not bad considering we only had 11,000 visitors the first year we opened.

To celebrate, Cogges hosted a lunchtime reception for all their volunteers and supporters, to which a special guest, HRH the Countess of Wessex, was invited. The schedule of the day was very tightly planned. The Countess was coming to plant a tree and unveil a plaque commemorating the day. The royal party were running late, but a marquee had been set up on the lawn in front of the house for the reception and we passed the time enjoying canapes and drinks. I was really touched as many of my fellow volunteers took time to come and wish me well as I had a special role to play in the day.

Finally, the Countess arrived. As the helicopter set down in the field beside the manor house, all the guests standing by the wall to watch the landing were covered in newly cut grass stirred up by the helicopter's rotary blades. I had to get my hubby to brush me down as I was covered in grass.

The Countess made her way into the Walled Garden where she was greeted by some local dignitaries. She was then given a short history of the site, a tour of the garden and a demonstration of a 'vegetable growing session', by some children. She then proceeded into the orchard where she was supposed to watch a wool weaving session by some more children, before planting an apple tree in the orchard. But as we were all already lined up to watch the tree planting, much to the horror of our Director, Colin, Judy, the Chairman of the trust, took her to plant the tree first. She said later that she couldn't just walk past us all, despite giving Colin a near heart attack.

While this was all going on, I made my way to the dairy lawn, where I was to wait to be introduced to the Countess and invited to explain to her how Cogges was used as a location for Downton Abbey, i.e. as Yew Tree Farm. As you can imagine, I was very nervous. But I'd been briefed by Colin, that she was a big Downton Abbey fan, and it was just meant to be 'two Downton fans having a chat.' As I'd only been given five minutes, to talk, I wasn't sure how that was going to work.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Countess and her entourage emerged from the orchard, but before they reached me, the Countess stopped to look at our Vorwerk chickens, and when she bent over and talked to them, I knew that it was going to be OK.

Finally, my big moment came. Judy introduced me and told her that I was going to talk about Downton, at which point she replied, 'I love Downton'. As we walked towards the farmyard, I explained about some of the changes the Downton art department had to make, including the making of a false dovecot to hide a security light. I showed her a photograph of it and she said that it was lovely and it was a shame that we couldn't keep it. I also told her about an amusing incident, concerning one of our Cotswold Lion sheep, that occurred on the first day of filming, which, thankfully, she did find funny. You'll have to come on one of my tours to find out what.

As we made our way over to the house, I explained how they transformed the kitchen into the interior of Farmer Drewe's cottage, and then my part in the day was over. I almost got away without embarrassing myself. I say almost. As we were walking towards the farmyard, a sheet of paper containing my notes fell out of my folder and onto the ground and Judy had to bend down and pick them up. Oh well.

In the kitchen, the Countess was introduced to some more volunteers and helped make some welsh cakes, before making her way to the marquee where Judy made a speech about the Cogges journey so far, and announced that we had been awarded the Best Team of Volunteers award by the OVCA. Judy then invited  the Countess to unveil the plaque. The Countess was then presented with one of our mugs depicting Cogges as Yew Tree Farm, which contained some fudge made by volunteers. Finally, it was time for the Countess to return to the helicopter and go on her way.

It was a really special day for all of us at Cogges. There was a lovely atmosphere and I was once again very touched by the support I received from my colleagues, both before and after my big moment. I'm so proud of them all and of what we have helped Cogges to achieve over the past five years.

Now on to my next adventure.




Photo's Isabel's own. Apart from:-

Sophie in the garden and kitchen, and the helicopter which are courtesy of Cogges at

http://ow.ly/fuQZ300oZAn

Footnote. Reminder to self. Next time don't wear brand new shoes. I ended up walking home in my stocking soles as my feet were killing me.

Slow down. Not blooming likely.

2016 is shaping up to be a funny old year. I read on line that so far this year, 35 well known celebrities have passed away. It seems that hardly a week, or sometimes even a day, goes by without hearing of another person passing away. The passing of Victoria Wood really affected me and made me think, as she was only 2 years older than me. But this has made me even more determined to keep on making the most of my life, and doing as much as I can, for as long as I'm able.

A couple of people I know, have recently commented that they love reading my blogs and miss them when I don't. This came as a complete revelation to me. I'm really pleased, but a bit surprised, that anyone is interested in what I get up to. I'm just having fun. I was also chatting to a friend who was having coffee at Cogges with someone I didn't know. My friend started telling her companion about all the things I do and remarked that she didn't know how I fitted it all in. I may not get paid, but I certainly do seem to fill my time. But what can I say? I love a challenge.

Along with volunteering at Cogges, I'm currently studying towards a BA in Humanities with the Open University, as well as writing my blog and singing with the choir.

Volunteering at Cogges certainly keeps me on my toes, but I wouldn't have it any other way. My duties used to be, feeding the three farm cats, five days a week, other volunteers feed them at the weekend, before I'm accused of animal neglect, and once or twice a week, manning the Welcome (ticket) desk and shop. Last year I added being a Downton Tour guide and story teller to my CV.
This year, so far, I've added nursery rhyme singing to the list.

During the February half-term, I led some nursery rhyme singing sessions which were very well received, especially when I had the children performing Sleeping Bunnies and Dingle, Dangle Scarecrow, with actions. Then on Easter Monday I read the Tale of Peter Rabbit followed by a repeat performance of Sleeping Bunnies but singing Little Peter Rabbit instead of the scarecrow song. I was asked to do this again a week later on the Wednesday. The Easter Monday sessions were quite well attended, but the following Wednesday, I couldn't do Sleeping Bunnies for health and safety reasons, as the room was jam packed with little kiddies and their parents and/or grandparents, there was barely room for the kids to stand, let alone jump around.

The Downton Abbey tours are also going really well. Much to my delight, I've been applauded at the end of my tours and even given tips, of the monetary kind that is, not advice. I love doing the tours as I get to talk about two of my passions, Cogges and Downton Abbey. We recently had 2 tour groups, totalling about 80 people, arrive around about the same time. There were meant to be 3 of us to do the tours, but someone didn't turn up. It was quite a challenge, but with a bit of organising, we managed to cope and sent them all on their way, happy and saying how much they'd enjoyed their visit.

Finally, it looks like my birthday celebrations are probably going to go on all year. I've already booked my Popstar Experience and once that's done, I'll see about booking the simulated skydive experience. Somehow, I'll try to fit in my studies, and I'm  definitely looking forward to having a break over the summer.

Well, I can't sit here writing all day, I've got things to do and people to see. You'll probably hear all about it in my next blog.




Photos courtesy of:-

Isabel's own plus:-

2016 https://www.facebook.com/Powerquotes-770222523110316/?fref=ts

Dingle dangle scarecrow http://ow.ly/4mYCmz

Old lady https://www.facebook.com/ShutUpImStillTalking/photos

Turning 60.

Well I've no idea how this happened, but it's 2016 and I've just turned 60. I know it's a cliché, but I don't feel it. Although to be honest, I don't know how 60 is supposed to feel. But I was very relieved when I woke up on the day and discovered that nothing had changed. I still had all the teeth I'd had the day before, no bits had fallen off or dropped any further, nor did I spot any new grey hairs, although that may be due to the fact I'd had it coloured a few days earlier. They say 60 is the new 40, but I'm more active now than I was in my 40's.

How times have changed.

My maternal grandmother was about 52 when I was born. She passed away at the grand old age of 86, and to me she seemed not to change in appearance in the intervening years, although I do remember her as getting frailer. To me she was always a white haired old lady, with incredibly soft skin, who smelled of lavender. I certainly don't remember my grandmother jumping off a mountain or flying in a para glider or any of the other activities I've been doing over the past 4-5 years.

Like Sharon Stone, I've been through quite a lot in my life, all related to Lupus. When I turned 50, my sister-in-law remarked that she didn't think I would ever reach that age. Well here I am 10 years on and have just reached another milestone. I've suffered child bereavement, serious life threatening illness, battled depression and yet here I am. Not only am I still here, I'm still determined to enjoy life and have as many experiences as possible while I still can. I'm extremely lucky that I have a family that support me. The phrase, "What's Mum up to now?", must often go through their minds.

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I read an article recently in the Huffington Post, explaining why it's better to spend your money on experiences, rather than 'things', a sentiment I  wholeheartedly agree with. It explains that experiences give us memories that stay with us. To celebrate my birthday, I chose to go and see Wet Wet Wet in concert in their hometown of Glasgow. That was certainly an experience. The atmosphere in the large venue was amazing. Marti Pellow almost didn't need to be there, as the 11,000 strong audience sang along to almost every song. I was surprised to find out that we had 'hot tickets', and we were given a signed programme and photograph of the band. I'll certainly remember this experience.



Among the lovely gifts I received from my family are four experiences. Three of them I'm looking forward to, but the fourth one, I'm also slightly terrified of doing. I've received tickets to go and see Il Divo in concert, a spa day for two voucher, and a simulated skydiving experience, which, believe it or not, is not the one that's worrying me. The fourth voucher is for a popstar experience, where I get to go into a recording studio and record a song, I'm not sure, but I think there may be a video as well. eek. I'm over the moon about it, but also nervous at having to sing in front of the professional recording technicians. The song is also available as a down loadable mp3, which they place on their Songmaker chart.

Did I mention that I recently held a python.

According to my hubby, I've been complaining for a while that I need something to stretch myself, as if doing an Open University degree at my age isn't stretching enough. Well, this is definitely going to do that. But my hubby's right. I can't decide that I want my life to be an adventure, without stepping out of my comfort zone from time to time.

So watch this space. I will almost definitely be blogging about this and I might even share the link to the mp3.

For anyone who's interested, here's the link to the Huffington Post article.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dr-travis-bradberry/why-you-should-spend-your_b_9490244.html

Photos Isabel's own apart from

Sharon Stone:- courtesy of https://www.growingbolder.com/

Behind closed doors at Cogges.

Neil and team with the new Cogges sign.

I'm a volunteer at Cogges Manor Farm in Witney. Every winter Cogges closes its doors for the season. Apart from the highly popular Christmas market and seasonal pantomime, the site is no longer filled with the happy sound of children playing or feeding the animals. But that doesn’t mean that there’s nothing going on. Cogges is a seasonal site and the animals still need feeding and cleaning out, the house and garden need putting to bed for the winter and the fields and grounds need maintaining and improving. 

From November until March, when we open again, our lovely team of volunteers are busy, beavering away, working to make sure that Cogges continues to be the special place we all love.

The woodland volunteers have been busy coppicing, trimming overhanging trees in the car park and painting furniture in the barn, amongst other things. It’s an ongoing project and there’s always something to be done.

Every Friday, with a few exceptions, our enthusiastic garden volunteers have been busy, pruning, tidying, weeding, transplanting, digging and composting, and are ready to go, “as soon as the weather says it’s time to start”.

Rag rug

Meanwhile in the dining room, the craft team have been meeting on a regular basis making items to sell in the shop and at the craft fair in May. Last year they knitted squares which were sewn together to create a beautiful blanket and this year they are planning on making a patchwork quilt. A rag rug and cushion cover, which ,with the help of the public, young and old, has been made over the past two seasons, is now on display in the Victorian kitchen, along with a list of all those who have helped.

Louis enjoying his supper

Although the pigs left us at the end of the season, there were still plenty of animals to look after. Jonathan, Louis and Timmy, our pygmy goats, the guinea pigs and rabbits, not to mention our rare breed chickens and ducks, all had to be fed and watered and given the occasional cuddle; yes even the chickens. The goats miss the interaction with the public and jump up every time anyone walks past the paddock. Or maybe it’s just the pots of food they miss!

Barbary ducks enjoying the goats climbing frame.

We have had two sets of Barbary ducks join us, four black ones and some lighter lavender coloured ones. The black ones are in the same paddock as the goats and have been making good use of the goats’ climbing frame. Even the Pekin family of chickens have been testing their climbing skills on the wall behind their coop..

Patsy and Clyde

Patsy, Bonnie and Clyde, the three farm cats have become a bit tamer over the winter and hopefully our visitors will see a bit more of them out and about this year. We appear to have a visiting black and white cat and rumour has it that he and Bonnie are an item.

New look for cafe

The café has been transformed, all the hard work of the new proprietors, Rob and Sarah from Coffeesmith in Witney and they are eager to welcome you to taste their locally sourced food.

Our new piglets

Well that’s a taster of what happens behind closed doors down on the farm. The Shetland ponies, Toffee and her son Treacle, have returned from their winter home. Two little sandy and black piglets have arrived. It’s time to open the doors and welcome back visitors, old and new. We look forward to seeing you.

You can find us at:- http://www.cogges.org.uk/




Photographs:- Isabel's own apart from Neil and team which is courtesy of Cogges.

Flawed, yet perfect.

One of the things I've battled with for most of my life is thinking that I needed to be perfect before people would accept and like me. Apart from being exhausting, not to mention impossible, all it did was stop me from letting anyone get too close. Over the past few years, I've actually been able to gradually stop feeling this way. I don't know if it is a feature of growing older or not, because as Johnny Depp puts it so eloquently, 'I don't know how to act my age, I've never been this old before.' Whatever the reason, it has certainly made life a lot easier.


But we don't live our lives in a vacuum, and we can't help but be affected by the actions of others. 

I recently had lunch with a friend who had been hurt by someone close to her. As we talked about the situation, she said that, 'Once a vase has been broken, it is never the same again.' While I agree with this statement, it doesn't mean that it has to be a negative thing. I believe that certain situations that seem to 'break us', can make us stronger and even better people because of it.This is something that I think is at least worth striving for.

I came across the following story on Facebook. I probably couldn't tell it any better myself, so I won't try. Besides it's not really my story to tell. But I really wanted to share it as I feel it contains a very important message.

An elderly Chinese man had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the man bringing home only one and a half pots of water.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the man one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."

The old man smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?" "That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them." "For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

So, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path! (Leo Petrik 2016. )

What a lovely story. I thought of my friend as I was reading it. But I do believe there's a time and place for things to happen. Sometimes, we need the distance of time, to be able look at a situation and realise that we can move on and be all the stronger for it. Life is complicated and sometimes we don't see the wider picture. We don't see the flowers by the wayside because we are so pre-occupied by our cracks. 

I also was struck by the arrogance of the 'perfect' pot, not an attractive quality.  

It's a serious subject, but I thought I'd end by sharing this cartoon. None of us are perfect, But I do believe that there can be situations which we're just perfect for, just like the cracked pot. We need to learn to embrace our flaws. As the caption says, none of us are perfect. But we each have our part to play.

Something to think about perhaps?

Johnny Depp photo courtesy of:- 

http://ow.ly/Ygk6q

Cracked water jar story can be found at:- http://ow.ly/YghUz

No one is perfect:- 

http://ow.ly/YgmIB 

Stranger than fiction.

I've been a bit quiet of late. There's a few reasons why, but I'm not going to go into that. Suffice to say, it's left me with a kind of writer's block. I did wonder if it was because I'd not had any adventures recently, but then I realised that Life is an adventure, so that couldn't be it.

Step in my old friend Facebook. When I first started writing my blog, way back when, a lot of my posts were inspired by pictures or sayings that friends were posting. Quite often I'd look at one of them and it would inspire me to write about it. A few days ago, another aspiring author, who unlike myself, is seriously working on her book at the moment, posted a link to her blog to a post that was a short story about an Amazon green parrot called Myrtyle. I absolutely loved it and when I commented as much to my friend, I found out that it was based on a true story.

Now this got me thinking. I thought about how sometimes life can be stranger than fiction, and reminded me of an incident that happened about 10 years ago. So I decided that I'd write about it.

The story is a bit longer than my usual blog posts, but I hope you enjoy it.

Stranger Than Fiction

One Saturday morning, my husband decided that he needed to go to B&Q, a local DIY superstore. As this seemed to be his second home at the time, I decided to go with him so we could spend some time together. Just as we stepped out the front door, he decided that he needed his measuring tape and disappeared back into the house.

 As I waited for him, I heard a faint sound. At first I thought it was a baby crying, but as I looked along the road, I couldn’t see anyone at all, let alone someone with a child. Both of my neighbours were elderly, so I knew it couldn’t be coming from either of their houses.

I strained my ears and realised that it was the mewing sound of a cat and it seemed to be coming from one of the trees that lined the opposite side of the road. Curious, I crossed the road and as I did so the mewing became louder. After a few minutes of straining both my eyes and my neck, I spotted a tiny black kitten quite high up in the branches of a plum tree. Although the tree wasn’t very tall, the poor little kitten was a bit too high up for me to reach, and anyway, my days of climbing trees were long gone.

As I stood there, wondering what to do, my husband emerged from the house.

‘There’s a kitten stuck up the tree.’ I called to him.

He crossed the road and started to climb the tree in the direction that I was pointing. But, the higher up the tree he climbed, the further up the tree the kitten retreated.

‘This is hopeless. I’ll need a ladder.’ He said, ‘you stay here and watch.’

Watch! Watch why? I wasn’t exactly sure what I could do, short of trying to catch it if it decided to jump.

While I stood there, still straining my neck, a woman stopped and lifted her eyes in the direction of mine.

‘There’s a little black kitten stuck up the tree.’ I said, not wanting her to think that I was just some crazy tree lover.

‘I can hear it. Has it been there long?’ she replied.

‘I’m not sure. But my husband has gone to fetch a ladder.’

We continued to stand, both with our eyes fixed on the little ball of fluff in the tree, willing it to not do anything until my husband came back with the ladder. As we stood there we talked about what a dangerous road this was for cats. I’d lost one black and white cat already, and as we waited, I told her about the night it happened.

My husband and I were sitting watching television late one Saturday night, when the phone rang. Our eldest son was out with his friends, and his younger brother was tucked up in bed. My husband answered the phone, and as I listened I realised that there had been some sort of accident. I immediately thought it was my son and when I heard my husband ask if he was breathing, my heart froze.

My husband hung up after telling the person on the other end that he would be right there. I demanded to know what had happened and asked if my son was OK. My husband took me by the hand and gently explained that it wasn’t anything to do with our son, but that our cat had been hit by a car. Unfortunately the cat hadn’t made it, but I was so relieved that it hadn’t been my son.

As I finished telling the woman this story, my husband returned with a ladder. But as he placed the ladder under the tree, the little kitten jumped down and ran away. We all laughed and joked about cats and their nine lives. Then the woman went on her way and my husband and I got into his car and set off for B&Q.

Well as interesting as this might be, you may well be thinking that this isn’t really that strange, and you’d be right.

Earlier that same morning, we had given our youngest son his first mobile phone. He was about 15 at the time, but unlike most kids his age, he hadn’t really wanted one. But we insisted that he had one in case of an emergency. I’d inputted both mine and my husband’s mobile numbers and left him in his room while we went off to B&Q.

I can’t even remember what it was we had gone there for. But eventually we paid for our purchases and headed home.

Meanwhile, our son had phoned one of his friends and arranged to meet him in town. To get there, he had to walk across a common, crossing two small bridges. Then turn right and follow the river before coming to a zebra crossing which crossed the road and took him into one of the town’s main car parks. A journey he’d done many times before.

By this time we were about halfway home and as we approached a mini roundabout, my mobile started ringing in my handbag. I picked it up and saw that it was my son calling. I smiled and made some remark to my husband about how it hadn’t taken him long to use it. But as I listened to the call, my heart, just as on the night our cat was hit by a car, froze. Instead of my son’s voice, I heard a man telling me that he was a policeman and that I wasn’t to panic, but my son had been hit by a car. I couldn’t believe it. We weren’t very far from where it had happened, so turning right instead of left we were soon there. It must have taken us about 3 minutes, but it felt like a lifetime. All we could both think about was that we couldn’t lose him.

As we arrived at the zebra crossing where it had happened, we could see 2 police cars, stopping the traffic, 2 ambulances and a paramedic’s motorbike. A small, green car, its window screen shattered, lay abandoned, its front doors lying wide open. A woman was being comforted on the pavement, her eyes red from crying. But the most vivid memory of it all is of my son lying on the ground, an oxygen mask on his face. But he was conscious. A couple pf paramedics were attending to him and as I rushed over to him, having barely waited for the car to stop before jumping out of it, they very firmly, but gently, asked me to step back and let them attend to him. I stood on the pavement watching helplessly as they placed him on a stretcher and loaded him into the ambulance.

Fortunately I was able to ride with him in the ambulance, my husband following on in the car. Despite having been thrown about 16 feet, he only had a few scrapes and bruises. He’d had his headphones on and had been listening to music and hadn’t heard the car approaching. As a result he hadn’t tensed before the impact and apparently that had saved him from more serious damage.

We were so relieved. But we just couldn’t believe it. Only about an hour after I’d told this woman about the night we received a phone when I thought it was my son that had been hit by a car, but it turned out to be the cat, I got a phone call telling me my other son had been hit by a car. Not only that, but our son had only just been given a mobile phone in case of emergency.

We can laugh about it now, but at the time it wasn’t so funny. Although there was the incident 3 days later when in our local Blockbusters I was asked if I had heard about the accident on the zebra crossing. I was told that the person had died, that someone they knew had seen the body being placed in the ambulance. I was able to assure them that this wasn’t the case as it had been my son and that he was alive and well and playing with his games console back home. Chinese whispers at their best.

He was very lucky. But even now, 10 years on, my heart still does a flip whenever I have to use that zebra crossing. I don’t know about you, but I think this might well qualify as an instance where fact was stranger than fiction. At the very least I think it was a very strange set of coincidences.

Isabel Johnstone 2016 ©

p.s. here's the link to my friend's story about Myrtyle the Amazon green parrot.

https://gladysfriday52.wordpress.com/2016/01/18/myrtle/