Yes - it is Dartington.
As I am going down with a friend, on whom I am reliant for transport, I will have to go back when she does. I could I suppose go back on a train on another day - but then I will just feel guilty about leaving OH for longer - I feel bad enough about that as it is - he has difficult nights and will I know find it hard to be alone to sleep.
The irony is that when I do go and stay with Dad he is truly terrible company - he simply does not do conversation and sits and gazes at the wall until I am tearing my hair out. It is a bit easier for my sister who lives nearer, as she can just pop in for 10 minutes and then escape - when you stay there it is a huge problem - he does not want to go anywhere or do anything, but neither does he talk. Last time my brother went down he took him on a trip to a seaside resort and they saw the sights and bought some nice fresh fish and then went to a seafront cafe for a cup of tea - quote from Dad "It's a bloody long way to come for a cup of tea." - I expect you are getting the picture!
My sister nearby would, I know, help with transport, but she has quite enough on her plate and I do not want to burden her further.
What is it with women and guilt?
This week away was supposed to be a chance to have some fun and do something for myself (with the full support of my children who really want me to do this as they know that as OH gets worse the opportunities will decrease) and I now I just feel bad about it - hey ho!