One finds memories in many places and many things. This now empty toothpaste tube from my travel bag holds quite a few memories for me.
Last summer on a trip to visit the kids in Scotland, we booked a few days at the North Sea village of Johnshaven. Its just a very short distance from the village of Inverbervie where we lived in the early seventies.
The door of our cottage was just a few steps from a bench on the harbor and just a few more steps to the water. The arm on the bench was conveniently wide enough for a coffee cup. It was an ideal setting for me: there was the sounds of seagulls, the sun soon to rise over the Sea to the east, the smell of the salt air, the stacks of lobster pots on the quayside, the small boats tied up and bobbing in the swell just waiting for the proper tidal conditions that would allow them to go to work. All these things are but tools for one’s imagination.
Oh, and you were wondering about the empty toothpaste tube? Well, when we left Ashley’s for our few days away, I had forgotten my toothpaste. So I walked the short distance to the wee store next to the Anchor Hotel (there’s another bunch of good memories) and bought that very tube of toothpaste.
Now it’s empty, of toothpaste at least.
It was hard to throw it away. It’s amazing how many.memories you can fit in such a small tube.😎