Having moved last month, we’re now largely settled in. There’s a bit of tinkering to do and I’m still putting up pictures, a couple of every day or so, as I don’t consider a place home until I do. So I was caught out when, after a weekend away, we drove past our old place with still an hour’s driving to go to the new place, yet I had no yearning for the old one. It appears our new place has officially become Home.
Sitting here in my home office, the view is screened by some rather lovely embroidered cotton curtains. Why? Well, ‘cos it’s not pretty. Our previous apartment, despite being in the centre of a small town, had a lovely garden visited by fox, badger and deer, as well as domestic cats a-plenty. Here, there’s a patch of grass and the car park. But, oh my, is it ever peaceful and quiet.
When we go out, the surrounding area is lush and green. The pace of life is wonderfully slow, as is the volume of traffic. There are villages a-plenty to explore, lovely little churches, greens where Sunday cricket is being played, country pubs all over the place, and lots of dogs. It’s a positive incitement to get out and walk.
Two rather lovely touches in our small High Street are a Buddy Bench where you’re invited to sit if happy to engage in conversation with a stranger, and the purple Community Piano. I don’t think its tuning is quite right … but it’s a splendid diversion for small children.
I had a moment of sadness realising we’d missed the bulk of the Summer whilst having to deal with boxes and other moving-related chores, but Autumn (or Fall for readers across the pond) is sure to make up for it. However, we have managed to enjoy some late summer sunshine walking along the canal, before tucking in to a lazy roast lunch at a handily placed pub.
I’ll have to watch myself as I could all too easily slow down so much I become positively comatose!
© Debra Carey, 2019