Around Our Island

Today, because he spent a few days in Sweden last week, Ville was able to take a day off and the sun shone. It takes about an hour to walk right around Heybeliada but we had all afternoon to dawdle and take in the views. We saw one vehicle on our whole way round (only municipal vehicles are allowed) and five or six horse and carts. What a tonic are these so seldom days, snatched from routine, on which nothing needs to be achieved.

Anton on a slide, Heybeliada

Heybeliada

Ville and Neve, Heybeliada

Anton, Heybeliada

Horses, Heybeliada

View from Heybeliada

Julia, Anton and a sign about the recent forest fire.


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Meeting Daddy

Well the reality of Ville being back in an office is really hitting us now. Its a long day, just Anton, Neve and I, and mostly I enjoy it a lot (as long as I don't try to achieve anything else!). One of the nicest things about Ville commuting is that Anton (and I) love to wait for his boat in the evening. Its really lovely catching the first glimpse of the boat that is bringing your loved one home. The walk down is best on Tuesday evenings when stallholders are preparing for market the next day. There are always a few men sat cutting out artichoke hearts, as this is the only part people tend to use here. Some of the stallholders camp out ready for the morning. I really like hanging out by the jetty in the evenings as the temperature is finally pleasant, and there are crowds of people relaxing. And I love seeing Ville come off the boat and back to us.

Karagöz and Hacivat
Karagöz and Hacivat

Cutting out artichoke hearts.
Cutting out artichoke hearts.

Snoozing stall holder.
Snoozing stall holder.

Preparing for market day tomorrow.
Preparing for market day tomorrow.

Rival heart seller.
Rival heart seller.

Artichoke hearts.
Artichoke hearts.

Pushing produce.
Pushing produce.

Waiting for Daddy.
Waiting for Daddy.

Daddy's boat home.
Daddy's boat home.

Nearly with us.
Nearly with us.


Look Mummy, fish.
Look Mummy, fish.


Daddy!
Daddy!

Hello.
Hello.

Packing away cars.
Packing away cars.

The road home.
The road home.

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Father's Day.

If I could give Ville anything for father's day it would be to remove his guilt about making Matti a child from a broken home. Maybe its not fashionable to call it broken any-more, but that is what happened: it snapped. The possibility of the perfect triangle of mum, dad and child, with love flowing through the three of you, strengthening each join, is over for Matti. All of us parents that have decided that there is more to be lost for us than is to be gained for our children by staying in unhealthy relationships, bear this guilt. 13 years after I decided, far too late, to leave Ruskin's father, I feel stomach sinking guilt that my immature decision to marry the wrong man has caused my son pain. And yet I would not wish to go backwards to a time when these breaks were harder to make. I want to celebrate the fathers (and mothers) who share parenting after separation and get it right. They, like Ville and I, are part of the increasing number having to work out a different way of being a good parent, and whose determination makes the very best of a hard situation.

On many occasions I have watched Saturday dads try to cram what they feel for their child into a trip to the cinema, or a few hours at a playground. I remember a girl in Skipton spending her Saturday on the buses her dad drove so they didn't miss out on their chance to spend time together. I would like to buy a round for all the dads who stick at it after break-ups, turning up at every opportunity, never speaking badly of the child's mother in front of their sons and daughters, always putting their children far above any need to score points. I also want to say that if you are getting all of this right stop beating yourself up. The best advice my Mum gave me is that 'Your child can only be truly happy if you are'. Similarly Ville's ex mother-in-law used the analogy of the safety practice in planes of fitting your own air supply before that of your children, to caution him not to crash in a fog of guilt.

Ville may be embarrased that I say this here, but I am overwhelmed by the commitment he shows to Matti. In order to be a good parent he is remaining in a country he is more than ready to leave. Thursday to Sunday are devoted to packing in enough love and reassurance to last a whole week. The travelling from Heybeliada to Matti's other home is long, but, especially as Matti loves it here so much, never complained about. His gentle patience, and stamina for chess or computer games or maths puzzles or whatever is Matti's latest favourite, awe-inspiring. Happy Father's Day Ville.

Ville and Matti


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