Hats Off, Mum!

It was an ice cold January day, thirty years ago or so, when, with Mum, we entered Madrid, having driven across the great Meseta Plain, with a night spent, en route, in Turuel.

Her lovely, thick hair was not enough to keep the biting wind at bay, so, off we went to Casa Yustas under the arcade in a corner of Plaza Mayor.

Mum bought a navy blue beret that answered the immediate need and went on to answer many similar needs in Scotland, and elsewhere, for the next quarter century and more!

We flew into Madrid today to fulfil certain of my work commitments tomorrow, which had been in the balance given Mum’s precarious health.

Whether she knew it or not, the exact timing of her departure from this world, yesterday evening, enabled us, after overseeing her freshening up and donning of a new night dress, the death certificate admin. and her transfer to a local funeral parlour, to cross the country to Edinburgh and into the loving embrace of Dot.

Never has a glass of wine gone down so smoothly nor a proper bed looked so inviting. And, this morning, the first shower and change of clothes in three days, set us up for the return to Spain.

We could do no less than come to Casa Yustas to commemorate that visit with Mum, today of all days.

PS
We would often make selfies like these into birthday, Christmas or Mother’s Day greeting cards for Mum. I doubt Moonpig delivers to where she is now, but you never know!