My son and I visited the local folk festival to see members of our former Morris team before our move. They were surprised at how much he had grown within the 6 years since we last met. We visited other friends too and my Reiki student took me for a farewell lunch in an Italian restaurant.
We had a beautiful meal and she surprised me with gifts she purchased with her friend for our new home. I would miss her most of all as we had been through a lot together during the past four years.
My husband, son and I met with friends from the London Pagan Conference for a meal. One performed as a lead vocalist in a band at various events and occasionally I joined them as a ‘backing vocalist’. His wife was also with him plus another male friend who attended the Cornwall conference. The Pagan female singer also joined us at the restaurant. It was a fabulous evening and at times such as these one realizes how important genuine friends are.
My husband purchased a transit van for the gradual transporting of furniture to Cornwall during our visits and we accomplished this with no help from friends or family. On the day my son completed his final GCSE examination at school we were busy packing remaining items, clearing and cleaning the rented property. After collecting him from school, we began our final journey taking two vehicles filled with our belongings. My husband drove the van and I followed in our car. During the part of the journey when I was alone (as my son spent time in each vehicle) I had time to contemplate many things. I thought of moving far away from my family, but as we had no contact for years it would make no difference where I was. I also thought of the wise woman and living in Cornwall may provide the opportunity to discover more about her. I sensed that getting to know her would not be easy as she once explained she had a different sense of humour to most and her outlook was different from other Pagans The only information I had was from her talk about the wise woman work and I did not remember much of that as there were other distractions. My vision of a wise woman was completely different regarding the attire and image and she did not fit my expectations. I had read too many fairytales and expected to find one living in a cottage deep in the forest working solitary. I was yet to discover if any of this were true.
We eventually arrived at Pendle cottage just before 10pm and were tired but happy to be there. One of our neighbours stood at the gate waiting to welcome us, he was an elderly man in his 80s who had lived in the village all his life. He was fond of Pendle cottage as he passed it daily on his way to school many years ago. This man was a feisty little Cornishman with mischievous blue eyes and his wife was much younger than he. They regularly raised money for cancer charities as their previous partners had sadly passed away from this disease.
I began to settle during the months that followed, but still found it difficult while my husband commuted to London. He would commute by motorcycle and had parked his transit van in the underground car park beneath the police station. He slept in the back of the van during the 18 months he worked there; apart from occasions when colleagues were on vacation and asked him to take care of their properties. My friends had intimated he could easily have an extramarital affair without my knowledge as he was so far away, but he worked twelve-hour shifts and the time passed quickly for him.
My son and I attended local karate classes taught by the couple I had contacted. I had hoped they were spiritual and would teach this aspect in their martial art. The Karate master developed an attraction to a young Ukrainian girl who attended classes. She seemed to reciprocate and he was flattered, but when she discovered he was not financially astute, it did not last. He was a former military man and proudly related horrific stories about his time there. He thought his students should be trained to kill as well as defend and we were taught some precise but different karate moves.
My son achieved excellent exam results and was accepted by Truro College. Although he was excited about his new life, he missed his friends in Kent.
Six weeks after our move we purchased two kittens from the RSPCA. We were informed that six kittens were brought in after their mother abandoned them on a football pitch. We visited the kennels to see them. All six were given names beginning with F. Flynn was a black male who had bright alert eyes and the fur on his head stood up in spikes.. He was a lively one and he was the one for me. We observed the other kittens and Frankie a black and white male sat at the glass door calling to us. His cute expression ensured t we chose him and we took them both home and I re-named them using the unusual surnames of witches. The black kitten suckled the other who behaved like a mother towards him due to early separation from their own mother.
I attended a summer solstice ritual the Bodmin moot group had arranged. One of the members owned some land at Saltash. I was unfamiliar with that particular area of Cornwall so I followed a Priestess in her car and she assured me that it was difficult to lose your way in Cornwall. The ritual was beautiful and I was asked to participate reading the “Charge of the Goddess”. As I did so it reminded me of the time I spent in my former coven as the priestess had read this many times. My son was given the role of the Oak King who battled with the Holly King symbolizing the changing season. The priestess was an initiate of another priestess who attended the ritual, but resided in the Northern region of U.K. The moot Priestess and I got on well together which surprised her as she had noticed that priestesses are usually ‘aloof’ to one another. I had similar experiences with priestesses in the past and her own high priestess was no exception as she looked ‘down her nose’ at me and questioned my training as if to test my knowledge. I observed the way the moot priestess set up circle and performed the ritual. I enjoyed being part of the group and not having to lead. After the ritual was over, they arranged a picnic and I brought home baked cheese and thyme bread which was enjoyed by the group, but unfortunately we left early as my son suffered from severe hay fever. We were in a field on a hot sunny day and his eyes began to swell with accompanied by constant sneezing so I removed him from the field to allow his symptoms to calm down. The journey back was not difficult and all roads were well sign posted.
Our new life and its adventures had just begun.