The Time Capsule


Finding a time-capsule was the last thing on my mind when we moved here but before I get to it I might add that so much has happened since we arrived at this lovely little place on Galway bay that I could have written it up as a story for our own little time-capsule.
Like in most stories, some of what happened was good and some not so good. One of the not so good things happened when I was out beach combing. I was trying to get a closer look at this beautiful old round tower you see below and I fell down a rocky slope, breaking my leg in two places and no, I didn’t find a time-capsule when I landed, just a big pile of wet seaweed!
round towerAnyway, one plaster cast, one wheelchair, one ‘Beckham’ boot and two surgeries later I am now managing to limp around with the aid of just one crutch.
All this has made me more safety conscious and for me, the area around my house has become a place fraught with danger as it is surrounded by a rocky wilderness, potholes, and a very wonky patio.
The patio was the most dangerous. We were afraid to let people walk across it. It looked like a broken jigsaw with a mixture of half buried and raised paving stones, not to mention holes and gaps about the size of an average foot where they must have run out of stones all together. Patrick, the landscaper who inspected it said it was so bad it had to have been built as a ‘labour of love.’
So yesterday, Patrick returned with a van full of kango hammers, drills and all sorts of ear-assaulting tools, so beloved of writers trying to get their words down. I did my best to get on with the story until a couple of hours later he knocked on the door and handed me a small plastic lunch box he’d found buried in the corner.
It was a time capsule. The family that had lived here before had filled the box with notes, photographs, and toys. Each of them had also placed a letter in the time-capsule describing themselves and their likes and dislikes. What jumped out from their writing was their happiness and love for each other – it was lovely to read and I will never destroy the spell by revealing their identities.
Patrick had been absolutely right in his description of the work. In his letter, the man who built the patio described the work as his ‘labour of love’ for his girlfriend and their family. That’s the thing about irony – it gets everywhere. Their time capsule will be reburied where it was found and I really hope this man’s love for his girlfriend lasted longer than his patio.
Soon we are getting a ‘shed’ built. I am going to install myself in there and write. I can’t wait, I’ve always dreamed of having my own writing hut – like the amazing writer, Roald Dahl. Now, if I could just be even a tiny bit as amazing as him…
Finding the time capsule has inspired me and triggered so many new ideas that my ideas book is bulging. I was also inspired to start making my own time capsule and I will bury it under my new writing hut. I have no idea who will find it or when. I just hope it inspires them as much as it did me.
Bye for now

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