My Bubbles is gone

I had a traumatic experience this afternoon. I took my wee car to a scrap merchant. It’s only a lump of metal you say? Well this lump of metal had a name, and although she cost me a fortune each year in passing MOTs, we were rather attached to each other. Bubbles has been my constant companion for six years. Through the many contracts, the moving around the country, short term homes, she’s been with me. We explored north east Scotland together, East Anglia, the South West. She put up with my dreadful singing. She had a sense of humour, such as a hot heater that never switched off and mystified mechanics, and a battery light that showed there was a problem when there wasn’t.

Parked in the car breaker’s yard, she looked so out of place. All pretty and cute. Surrounded by muck, debris, and wrecked cars. It broke my heart. I couldn’t look back as I left.

So I took a lovely walk home along the Canal. The Middlewich branch of the Shropshire Union Canal. it cleared my head and heart. I forgot about the sentimental lump of metal I’d just sold for £50. The noise of birds calling was drowning. Chiffchaff were out in force. Narrow boats passed this way and that. I didn’t realise there was so much canal traffic! Swallow skimmed along just millimetres from the water. Whilst Swift and House martin chased after the insects high above.

After a few hours pottering along blissfully I reached home. To an empty driveway. Arghhhh.

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About Olivia N Masi

From art college drop-out, to office space-planner, to back-packer, to air stewardess, to brolly babe, to model agent, to wildlife conservationist. How? I've always believed in jumping at every opportunity that comes my way. This has taken me along some bizarre career paths. None of which I regret. I have been to amazing places and met fascinating people. And having worked in the motor sport industry I've sadly experienced too many beloved friends take one adrenalin step too many. I think of them always. I've hung out with pop-stars, sports personalities, and millionaires. I reached a point when nothing but VIP would do. And then something happened. My pops passed away and I felt the need to reconnect with my Italian side. Whilst in Italy, I learnt to be resourceful, to recycle everything, to listen to the valley, to grow my own veg, to catch and tame feral cats, and to follow my heart. My heart led me to a desire to save this beautiful Earth, and all the wonderful life upon it. And so I read, and then I studied with the Open University. I suddenly found myself accepted on a BSc in Wildlife Conservation, having left school with pitiful qualifications. So here I am. A qualified Wildlife Conservationist. A scientist I suppose. I love nothing more than to listen to birdsong, and watch, learn and photograph wildlife. So here is to me getting the perfect job where I can contribute to saving one of Earth's beautiful species. Do I miss the glamour of the old life? The VIP lifestyle? The petrol-head adrenalin? The buzz of being a successful business owner? Only occasionally. Though it seems more like the distant dreams of a previous life.
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