as we drove, the landscape once again reminded me of home.. the river lowlands of Windsor, where I was born...
then back to reality..
Being out of the country side, driving on the outskirts of big cities, I come back to earth with a bump. Drivers are rude, discourteous, impatient. just the same as they are at home.
We were in steel country - not nice at all. Very much like Wollongong in NSW.
I know that there are places like this all over the world, but as we drove past, it was like they burst my bubble..
Then through streets, roads, at times highways, criss crossing all over the place. Wrong turns, short words.. through Sheffield which was much like Lithgow near home, then just as quickly as the city had loomed up..
autumn tree lined streets began to appear and then climbing up steep hills..
the Peak District.Another breathtakingly beautiful area. Forests of trees that are exotics at home.... and I breathed easily again.. feeling the weight of the modern day lifting from my soul.. and soaking in the green-ness of the Peak district.. it was like the Universe had shown me some ugliness so I could once again enjoy and appreciate the beauty that I am seeing at the moment. Because, truthfully, one could become very blase about it all, as there is so much beauty in the country.
I guess we are all guilty of taking for granted what is on our doorsteps
We arrived in our chosen little village of Eyam, just after 1pm, so we stopped at a little tea room for lunch [love how they are called tea rooms and not coffee shops]..
Our neighbour had come to introduce herself. Cynthia. Asking me where we came from, how long I was here for, and could I please put any bottles that I might have into the village recycling instead of the garbage bin.
The afternoon was special. I met up with a blogging friend Foxy Sue and her husband, for a short two hours. Just sitting with someone who I had only known through blogging, chatting as if we were old friends, made me realize once more, just how important and special online friendships can be.
The two hours went far too quickly, there was so much more that I wanted to say, wanted to talk about, wanted to discuss and wanted to share. As we parted way, hugs all round, she passed me a gift, some scones, jam and butter and a beautiful copy of some of her creative blog work. And as they drove off, I admit, I felt a sense of loss, but am blessed to at least have met up. much love to you Susan xoxo
and as I sit here, finishing off my blog, village church bells are being rung in the distance... yet another perfect, perfect place to be.
a year later - 2013
I loved the Peak District and in hindsight, wish I had spent more time there.. maybe oneday. It is a rugged area, reminding me of many places in Australia. The most similar that I know of, being the Grampians in Victoria. I am really enjoying re-reading my blog posts - I am realizing that I did indeed, embark on a very important journey over there and my words really show just what a spiritual journey I had.