It’s been over two years now since Jodyne’s brave fight against bowel cancer came to a quiet and peaceful end. My beautiful, loving young wife was 27 when she left us, in the same way she had lived her short life, calm and dignified. So what do you do when the most important part of your life is torn from you? I suppose you do what anyone else would do, you fall apart. But what do you do when you are left with a two year old boy who has no concept of love or loss, well you can do what I did, you fall apart inside, cry when you are alone and spend every moment together sharing the love, the joy and memories left to us; in short, you just get by. My blog is not meant to be a memorial to my wife that already exists in my heart, in my memories, in my home, and in the eyes of my little boy. My love, my passion and my life with Jodyne was, and is extremely private, and now, well now it is eternal.
So I ask myself why I would want to create a blog site when I’ve never been the sort of person who openly discusses my private life or my feelings, well I suppose I want to use this blog to share with my close friends and family the progress of two boys making the most of life after Jodyne, and at the same time have a record of what Leon and I get up to so we can both look back over the year and reflect on how far we have come and how much Leon as grown. If there is one thing I’ve learned since losing Jo it’s that memories are precious, you should do whatever you can to keep them, and keep them safe because sometimes that’s all we are left with.
Warm summer days in Cornwall
Can’t beat a run on the coast path. The cooling seabreaze and the smell of the ocean.
The salad crop is looking nice and ready to be harvested too, just in time for a BBQ this afternoon. I’m especially looking forward to tasting those jumbo radishes.
The first batch of chilli jam is made and jared; the house now smells wonderful. This batch has been made with Scotch Bonnets. I’m not sure of the variety as they are shop bought, but I know the end product will be a wonderfully sweet inferno.
First batch of chilli jam 2013
After spending too much time on the treadmill it’s been a nice change to get back into running in the fresh air. After a couple of weeks of easy road and coast path session I decided to head out on a ‘see how I feel’ run along the rabbit tracks on the headland. Considering that I ran from Porthtowan to Portreath and back in 1hrs 17mins I’m not feeling to shabby this morning. The time does not sound too quick for a 10k run, but the terrain is hard going, and enough to make the hardest legs feel like jelly. The track along the coast path is acutely narrow, undulating and in many places no more than a footfall wide, which means that navigation is a challenge, to say the least and concentration is critical. If that’s not enough to get the blood pumping you get to play with Sally’s bottom. Named after one of the old mine shafts, sally’s bottom is about 2 miles along the coast path from my house. The decent down the valley is a little tricky, but the climb back up the 117 odd steps is a flipping lung buster. Once that’s out of the way you have another mile run to diamond head, and another valley consisting of 75 steps to the cliff top. Then on the return path you get to do it all over again. I think I’m going to do a little more road work before trying to improve on my village to village time next week.
Sally’s bottom vally
Looks like my old and trusted slalom fin has had about all the repairs it’s going to take. This would explain the high speed spin outs on the reach back into the beach. Time to make the call and order a replacement 38cm fin.