Behind our cottage is a old disused collery train track.
The track is level with apex of the houses .
So pretty steep to climb up.
I’ve just climbed up there for the seventh time today.
Pitch dark up a steep bramble and ivy covered bank .
Cursing as I go .
I’m fifty bloody five I’m huffing and puffing talking to myself.
Falling over my long hippy dress as I heave myself up to the top.
I stand for a minute and let my eyes grow accustomed to the dark.
The crunchy stones either side of the track seem steeper than this afternoon as I climb over into the middle of the tracks .
The row of cottages now look tiny.
I’ve forgotten my phone.
Great I say to myself don’t bloody fall no bugger knows your up here.
It’s quite a warm night the sky is clear and I start to walk carefully along the track.
Walking beside me is my cat Lucifer balencing on the track like a feline gymnast .
On the other side of the line is a huge triangle of waste land densely covered with trees, brambles and bushes .
The slop down there is even steeper than the one down to our house.
But it’s the place where my youngest cat Brian hides out when my female black cat Luna chases him.
I usually go over there give him a shout and I hear him instantly he answers when I call him .
He is a year old and the most loving cat, vocal and funny.
Lucifer is the eldest he’s almost five beautiful but quite aloof Luna my black.cat is three .
She is a warrior she hates everyone and everything.
Apart from me.
Brian knows this.
It’s her fault I’m up here..
Brian I call and whistle but there is no sign of him.
I haven’t seen him for 24 hours .
Luna appears walks on opposite track to Lucifer.
Great if he’s about he definitely won’t come out now!.
You’d think by now she would accept him
I’m worrying my hubby however isn’t.
He’s a cat.
He will be back .
He’s sat in the cottage warm whilst I’m up here like some crazy cat lady .
Walking the line and stopping to watch the bats..
I make my way home and by luck more than judgement I slide back down the banking into our garden
No sign I tell Jeff .
You worry more about that cat he says ..
Yes I do ..
Fingers crossed he will be home .
If not I’ll be back up the tracks in the morning.
Photo my granddaughter
Emilia with Lucifer