There is a phenomenon referred to as the butterfly effect, the principle is simple enough. Think of it as every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Or maybe cause and effect, for anything to happen, a whole bunch of other things will have had to have happened beforehand.
The extent of this is rarely witnessed in every day life. We all go about our normal days not thinking for a moment about the choices that we made that got us here, or what actions of others may have had influence on the cheese sandwich I am about to eat. Such things as what if the baker had not turned up for work to prepare the bread, or if my alarm had not gone off to get me out of bed to get the bread.
Let’s be real here for a moment, think about this for too long and it is likely anyone will end up confused, not just a blonde like myself. But this was all brought to the forefront of my mind last weekend.
Let’s begin the story, Sunday morning of a bank holiday weekend. Picture layers. Layer 1: Girlfriend hungry to see new areas of England on front seat of car, Layer 2: camera, sandwiches and emergency M&M’s on back seat. Layer 3: suitcase, Wellington boots and umbrella for two in the boot and off we go.
As we got closer to the north of England, the annoying beep from my GPS was reminding me again that the charging cable was sat on the kitchen table. With navigation now reduced to the old fashioned way, that is asking HER to ask for directions, little did I know this would result in my own personal French tourist leading us to a train station, a second hand bookshop, a derelict castle, countless sheep, a nice farmer, a man walking his dog and a couple of Dutch tourists, before eventually finding ourselves on a beach by Dunstanburgh castle in time for sunset and photos.
Picture a night out, maybe a bunch of girls getting very drunk and one losing a shoe. Someone finds the shoe and places it on top of a red post box for safety. Now the next morning the shoe catches the eye of a travelling couple who in turn catches the eye of self professed Geordie war veteran who wonders why anyone is so interested in a shoe. This leads to a conversation about a statue of Queen Victoria and why she was neither facing the town hall nor the church and in the process totally confusing a poor French girl with all sorts of new words and phrases usually reserved for the north.
All this got me thinking, what were the events that took place for the two of us to find each other. In this big wide world, with so many things going on in everyone’s lives, what are the chances that two people that are so right for each other meet up at all. It has to make you wonder a lot about fate. Good things will eventually happen to good people given enough time and enough patience.