As I stood at the kitchen sink this morning doing the washing up and gazing out of the window I thought of the pleasure I was getting from the view. In front of me was our garden
stretching up to the fields. Speedy was meandering up the track until his attention, and mine was caught by one of the ponies in the field having a good roll. Such a change from the 25 years I spent as a city dweller always dreaming of the day I might return to living in the country or by the sea. I lived in central London and my world was bounded by buildings and noise, dirt and traffic. Once I was married I lived an alternative lifestyle, riding a bicycle, working on city farms, being involved in community gardens and riding & looking after people's horses but always there was the need to blot out the surrounding urban environment. Once we had children I gave up most of these activities and concentrated on the children and the garden and looked forward to the 3 weeks we would spend in a chalet set in the sand dunes by the sea. Almost 20 years ago we had the chance to move here where occasional traffic noises drift across the fields from a mile or so away and every view from the windows is of garden, fields and trees. And what a joy it is to stroll up the garden and then up the hill to talk to the ponies and take in the wonderful views. That is what I did this evening after a day spent painting - the back wall of one of the wardrobes and the cupboard doors, and mowing all the grass as we are due for some colder and wetter weather. Peter had to reset the burner again in the
rayburn but finally it is burning well and the temperature gauge is creeping up.
By the time I got up to the road the first drops of rain were falling but it was only very light rain and I didn't get too wet by the time I had walked home.
As I stood at the kitchen sink this morning doing the washing up and gazing out of the window I thought of the pleasure I was getting from the view. In front of me was our garden stretching up to the fields. Speedy was meandering up the track until his attention, and mine was caught by one of the ponies in the field having a good roll. Such a change from the 25 years I spent as a city dweller always dreaming of the day I might return to living in the country or by the sea. I lived in central London and my world was bounded by buildings and noise, dirt and traffic. Once I was married I lived an alternative lifestyle, riding a bicycle, working on city farms, being involved in community gardens and riding & looking after people's horses but always there was the need to blot out the surrounding urban environment. Once we had children I gave up most of these activities and concentrated on the children and the garden and looked forward to the 3 weeks we would spend in a chalet set in the sand dunes by the sea. Almost 20 years ago we had the chance to move here where occasional traffic noises drift across the fields from a mile or so away and every view from the windows is of garden, fields and trees. And what a joy it is to stroll up the garden and then up the hill to talk to the ponies and take in the wonderful views. That is what I did this evening after a day spent painting - the back wall of one of the wardrobes and the cupboard doors, and mowing all the grass as we are due for some colder and wetter weather. Peter had to reset the burner again in the rayburn but finally it is burning well and the temperature gauge is creeping up.
By the time I got up to the road the first drops of rain were falling but it was only very light rain and I didn't get too wet by the time I had walked home.
2 comments:
I found your blog from searching Lynsmouth and The Rising Sun Inn. I ended up looking at all the nature pics and especially the anemones. I've never seen an anemone at low tide! My blog is at graphitefurnace.blogs.com.
Hi Evan, I checked out your blog and it took me back to aspects of science that have been buried in my mind for over 30 years. We were the last year of biology students (at King's London) who were forced to take an inorganic as well as an organic chemistry module but not much remains apart from an awareness of benzene rings and being able to recite the first 20 elements of the periodic table. For fun I took an extra module of programming, Fortran! but nothing remains of that and although my family have IT degrees I'm just a user who doesn't have time to delve into the intricacies of software. If it doesn't work I yell for help. As to anemones they are plentiful here in the rock pools though I have been surprised by the size of the strawberry anemones.
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