Sometimes you find a place that grabs you, surprises you even. A place that makes you look around and think to yourself, well, I'm not really sure what I expected, but I certainly didn't expect this.
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Sometimes you find a place that grabs you, surprises you even. A place that makes you look around and think to yourself, well, I'm not really sure what I expected, but I certainly didn't expect this.
And when the never ending monotony of grey and wet and generally miserable days drains your mood and slowly, insipidly, chips away at your mental health.
It was the stillness that mattered the most, he believed, not the silence that so many people thought they needed.
The generosity and friendliness of strangers is something we are hoping to find more of on our adventures this year.
Because in these strangest of strange times, when anxiety seems to be caused by things we would barely have considered just a short while ago, It’s probably good to embrace a little nostalgia when the opportunity appears..
When everyone faces the same way, they all see the same things. Walking down the street? Then look up rather than at your feet. In a city with tourists? Look away from the sights and the tour guides. Look behind the facade, face away from the masses and see what they are missing.
I like those the best. Where we just do something on the spur of the moment and live with the consequences, whatever they may be.
And at times like this, I am grateful. Grateful that my place of work is located out in the countryside. And blessed that I am able to find birdsong, beauty and solitude on a deserted riverbank or a silent churchyard within minutes.
Six miles of watching the skies, admiring houses we will never be able to afford and noticing people we don’t really want to meet. Time wasting yet strangely uplifting.
The vicar without dog collar was not the only local who took some time out of their day to make us feel very welcome and we both reacted positively. A great reference for a small town surviving, one feels, on a steady stream of visitors looking to take in a little history with their tea and cake.
The time between Christmas and the New Year. It's difficult to define. Frequently, it feels as if everything is on hold, almost in limbo, before we restart the clock again in January.
What is this life for, if not to sit on the top of a mountain and marvel at the setting sun?
It really is as romantic and enchanting as the guidebooks say, and also staggering in as much as there are breath-catching buildings literally around every corner. It is full of history, character and charm and houses some of the greatest and most important artistic treasures in the world.
Imagine this.
Walking along a gravel covered path, narrow, winding, thick vegetation on all sides.
We talk about composition and narrative. The use of subtleties and vagaries, encouraging depth and intrigue.
There are times when you can feel the stress of everyday life just slipping away. Slowly, gradually, leaving your mind and body and allowing you to breathe again and relax.
We have had no rain here for seven or eight weeks. Probably longer. It's almost impossible to remember the last time it rained.