The Attraction Of Planned Spontaneity
To move slowly is surely aspirational.
Why would you ever choose haste when you can take your time and be present?
Our ideal for the day.
A day out.
A long, slow, adventurous trip. A trip to somewhere new.
The attraction of planned spontaneity.
A tow path walk, locks a plenty under heavy, leaden Wiltshire skies. Threatening rain, of course, but never quite delivering. Shared pleasantries with ramblers, elderly with dogs, and wise cracks with lock volunteers, younger, with validating logos and stories of herons.
Stepping back in time.
A staircase of 16 and yes, we counted them. Enormous steps in a staircase of locks. Inspiring awe yet impossible to imagine when this was the motorway of its day. When speed meant something so different to now.
Taking in beauty. Finding treasure and connecting.
It was cold and wintery.
We dipped our toes into a cosy world of condensation and cake, engaging fully in our slightly unkempt, old England, canal odyssey.
And left wondering about England and history and cheesecake.
