Ti a fi am byth, You and me forever

“I don’t like that bright, green wallpaper Huw,” Mari’s face matches the dislike of her words.

“I know Mari, it doesn’t look right.  Some people have no taste,” Huw agrees with his wife.

Huw and Mari were looking through the front room window of their former cottage.  The old, white, stone cottage had gone through many changes and a few owners since they had happily lived there. 

The cottage, built in the early 1700s, had been in the same family for nearly 200 years until it had come up for public sale.  The cottage had sadly fallen into disrepair.   Huw and Mari, local newlyweds, had jumped at the chance to buy it.  The surrounding, beautiful, Welsh hills had sealed its charm; they knew the cottage could be their forever home.

Today, the same beautiful hills provided a new, access road to the nearest, growing local town.  Some of the cottage’s features had changed too; the wooden window frames were now double glazed, white plastic, and a harsh black tarmac driveway had taken up half of the front garden. 

In their ownership, the cottage became their pride and joy.   Neatly trimmed, green hedges had marked the garden boundary and sweet, honeysuckle trellis arched the garden entrance, welcoming all who came and went.  On the then repaired, thatched roof, an iron weathercock had sat proudly; sharing the wind news of the day.  The weathercock and thatch were gone now, replaced with red, terracotta tiles and a 3-foot digital television aerial.

“Oh no, look, I don’t believe it.  I am surprised you didn’t notice it first,” exclaims Mari.

“What is it Mari?” asks Huw.

Huw follows Mari’s pointed finger, directing him to the corner of the front garden.  “I don’t believe it either; it’s gone, all those years of hard winters and beautiful summer blooms to be replaced with a plastic urn of pansies,” Huw spoke his words with bitter sarcasm.  Huw had lovingly planted a yellow, rose bush as a surprise for Mari on their 10th wedding anniversary.  It was gone.

In silence, they both stared at the plastic urn.

Huw's mouth firmly closed, Mari with a moist glint in her eye.  Sometimes the journeys back to their old home brought a little sadness.

“Come on my sweet.  Ti a fi am byth, you and me forever” declares Huw, as he lovingly circles his arm around Mari and guides h...

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Lainey Hesketh
Jul 8 2021

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