Travelling is great, if you love it as I do.
There’s a big BUT that goes with it though and it’s called “The Pain of Leaving.”
I am really lucky, no honestly I mean Really Lucky, because Mrs Dookes gives me the support and freedom to go off and chase my dreams and visions and has done for years now.
Inherently, what I do is selfish.
It’s possibly a little risky too, I’m not saying dangerous, but it is totally self-indulgent riding a motorbike around Europe alone. Many wives or partners simply wouldn’t accept or allow it, but that’s where I’m lucky; Mrs Dookes does.
I couldn’t say that she encourages me to clear off, but she certainly doesn’t stop me either!
In a way, I guess that’s where our relationship is strong, we both respect each others space and also trust each other implicitly. In addition, Mrs Dookes also has the view that without a good bit of “Me-Time” preferably on two wheels, I become, in her words “A monumental pain in the backside!”
Of course the flip side is that whilst I’m having my fill of “M-T” she has her “M-T” too!
To me the journey is the main thing; something to savour, enjoy and at times test me.
To Mrs Dookes, a journey is something to be endured in order to get to where you want to be.
You see the subtle difference?
As I get older, one thing I have noticed is how much more difficult the actual departure gets.
Yesterday, we had a lovely lunch together and I watched the end of the 24hours of Le Mans race until 14:00hrs.
Then I had an hour and a half to kill. Mrs D snoozed after lunch whilst I tried to find something to do.
Check the luggage. Check the ticket. Check the Passport. Check Harls.
Then it started to rain, not much, but just enough to annoy.
Mrs D and I became uncomfortable around each other; there was a tension.
I put on my riding gear, made a fuss of the dogs. Hugged Mrs D and told her how much I loved her, we kissed and then I started up Harls.
The first ten miles were the hardest and not just because of the persistent drizzle.
It hurts, leaving……
Then Harls and I clicked; the team was back together.
….and then later, in totally self indulgent mode on board the ship taking me to Spain, I sat reflecting.
I have a De-lux Class cabin, I have just dined on a superb meal and am enjoying an expensive glass of Beaune de Château 2013 Premier Cru Burgundy, I’m setting off on a new adventure.
Yet still the pain of leaving hurts.
Sometimes though, you have to experience a little pain to put things into perspective and make you appreciate even more what you have got.
Yes. I am a bloody lucky chap!
Catch you soon.