You may already have heard about Saturday on the blogging grapevine - Tracy, Val, Monica, Julie, Nancy, Alice, Emma and I got together. The excuse was a crafty day, but it was really one huge munch-and-natter-fest, with the odd bit of yarn being wafted about. Tracy was kind enough to host us in her lovely home, but quite frankly, I would happily stand in a muddy field if I got to do it with those guys.
I was thinking about them yesterday, when I ended up grabbing a bite of lunch alone in Nettlebed at Field to Fork. As a total aside, it's a great place - if you are ever in the vicinity, stop off there. Better still, email me and I'll meet you for lunch - that's how much I liked it.
But back to the point. I was sitting next to a group of four women. They were around my age and were having one of those yummy mummy chatty lunches, on which I eavesdropped shamelessly.
Do you do that when you are dining alone? Is it dreadful of me? Well, confessing must absolve me of a certain amount of guilt. Anyway, I was listening to the usual school gate type mix of bragging and gossip (they even touched on knitting at one point) and all I could think about was how very very fortunate I am to have the group of real on-line friends that I do.
They might not have been physically present yesterday, to come and have lunch. Some I may never even meet in real life. But every time we connect, in real life or on-line, they turn up with their very best selves. To chat, to share knowledge, to cheer one another's successes, support precious plans and dreams and to proffer a virtual hug when things are rough.
Hooray for finding a tribe. I am so grateful.