I wrote and deleted a long post about an argument I had with my Dad. Instead I’ll summarise with a tidied up extract from an email I sent to MJD.
I did not even last 48 hours at my Dad’s house. He was quite upset that I was not as keen on the Coronation as him. I felt it safer to leave. At the time we thought our argument was about the actual Coronation. I repeatedly told him I was not too fussed about it and found the extreme wealth in the face of austerity offensive. I felt he was insistent that I hold the same views as him. He would not rest until I agreed with him. I did not and so my tenancy became untenable.
Daisy took me in after the argument. Falmouth was cold and I was miserable. Under the care of my nieces (Rosie & Daisy) and their beautiful kind friends the sun came out, Gyllyngvase Beach turned into paradise. I swam every day and went for walks and visited dear old friends. I also drove up to Blisland and visited my brother. We bicycled in the pouring rain with my lovely niece, Rosie, to Snails Pace Cafe the next day Dan and I walked up Brown Willy (Bron Ewhella) together.
I visited my Dad a week later to see if I could patch things up. After a cup of tea and some saffron cake he resumed his complaint at my disinterest in the Coronation. His new angle was that I had been rude, as a guest, not to indulge him in a little Coronation love. I had hurt his feelings. I apologised for hurting his feelings. He reciprocated by demanding I admit that my stance on the Coronation was wrong.
I suppose, living on the other side of the planet, I do not see my Dad with enough frequency to remember how to cope with his obstinancy. The argument escalated and we both said some mean things to each other.
A younger me may have capitulated but I was sick of his bullying. I told him again that I still did not care about the Coronation. He refused to shake my hand and turned his back on me. It was heart-breaking and sad.
I stayed a while with Daisy before taking off to Treen Campsite. This was definitely one of the best places in the world back in the day. It is better with friends but I was alone. I made the most of it and took myself on a long day hike.
I walked like Jan Tregeagle that day although my knee’s began to complain as I walked up and around the cliffs of Nanjizel and Ardensaweth. It was just beautiful though and worth every drop of sweat. After two nights camping I headed to my sisters house.
Staying with Georgie for the first time since we were children has been good for my soul. My sister is such an amazing woman and I am so proud of her. Georgie took me out for a day to Porthleven where we sat in the sunshine with a beer and food at the MusselShoal. Crikey, Porthleven has come on since I used to live here.
I have really been packing it all in these last few weeks. This post doesn’t even cover it… Rosie and Daisy’s birthdays; idylic evenings on Gyllyngvase; Jessie and Daisy being awesome on Rosie’s birthday; missing Re and Harly; a couple of walks with my long lost mate Simon Wilson and Jan Trathen; a couple of nights with Will Beattie and his family and friends in Port Navas; Rachael and her daughters’ birthday party in St Ives; An afternoon with Amanda, Denzil and Joe at the Penlee House Gallery and the Farmers Arms; visiting Kresen Kernow with ChrisJack to watch the Future Pub performance I could go on and there is still more to come. I am loving having this time off.
Today I went to meet, for a third time, with my Dad. We met at Gunwalloe and walked to Poldhu. We had both settled down since our earlier angry words and made peace. I hate falling out with my Dad, he’s not a bad chap.Have a comment?