How lovely to wake up to all of your comments, thanks for taking the time to write.
I will go on a sentimental journey there and visit my mother's grave at Hanworth. I had no idea Heathrow was so busy now, and had forgotten about the rugby disruption. My husband so loved the rugby. I can still hear him singing sweet chariot - we had it playing in the church at his funeral.
I was thinking about my lack of friends last night, and why I am so alone. Steve and I were so happy in each other's company, when he died I realised I should have made more effort to maintain friendships. He'd been so ill with his heart for four years I had refused invitations as I felt anxious leaving him home alone. We lived quietly and he had good friends at the golf club, the cricket club, and the local pub where he ran the darts team in the village.
When we moved here in 1999 I did make friends at the school gate, and we did have a good social life when the children were younger. I opened the village youth club, and was also chair of the PTA. However, I am ten years older than the majority of the parents as I had the children at 37 and 39. Most of the people here have their extended families surrounding them and are now busy looking after their elderly parents. I still have one original school gate friend, but she is very busy with her AC and poorly MIL, we meet for coffee every now and again for a 'catch up'. A very good friend I made here sadly passed from cancer five years ago - I've lost many friends here to it. I survive with the affection shown to me by my two best friends in London - during the beast from the east when I was house bound for five days, both of them phoned me.
I will return to my original thoughts of looking at the south coast, thank you for the encouragement.