So I’ve not long returned from three weeks in England. To say it was the trip of a lifetime would not be over stating things. The primary reason for the trip was to see family, which we did. And in the in between times, we saw plenty of the countryside and the many old, old churches, castles (!!!!) and cottages and threw in some touristy stuff for good measure.
If you know me, you’ll know how much I love old things (which is something my parents are always happy to hear me say) and my imagination kicks into overtime and I’m off writing stories in my head as I roam staircases from the middle ages, tread creaky floorboards and gaze from lead light windows at unspoiled vistas and manicured gardens.
And today, as I sit at home going through all the photos, I am hit with the most exquisite pain of wishing I was in two places at once. We’ve all felt this before, of course, but for me this is the first time it is so acute that it’s almost a physical feeling. And it isn’t just that I met cousins I’d never met and felt an instant affinity with (more on that in a future post!), it was something about the country. The stinging wind on my cheeks, the red leaves of autumn against the muted sky, the crunch of leaves under my boots, the sheer history of nearly everything I laid eyes on – I loved it all. There was a connection that I can’t explain but it is real and it runs deep.
So here’s a little visual sample of some of my memories. I hope you enjoy them 🙂