I must remind myself constantly, that I am actually on vacation, and it is ok to sleep in.
A leisurely breakfast of the delicious fruits, oats, buckwheat and walnuts that I had bought the day before, a piece of yummy walnut bread and a cup of tea.
the tiles on the roof are made of actual stone. stone shingles. beautiful.
and over breakfast, while we chewed that delicious bread, we decided to take a day trip to Stroud and then to Malmesbury.
and of course, not far, there are always modern reminders somewhere.
arriving in Stroud, we purchased the obligatory park and display ticket [something that we are getting use to, but find quite funny] and walked up the street through yellow autumn leaves scattered thickly.
the markets were brilliant, fresh vegies from local farmers, chestnut mushrooms grown by an elderly man, meat, olives, soaps and essential oils, cakes, breads and the list of produce goes on...
the market had the same energy as Mullumbimby, except it was cold. There were people dressed in colourful combinations, dread locks and I felt at home and for once, no one looked oddly at my hippie pants, my colourful clothes seemed to blend in ..
We bought some herb sausages to cook for dinner and some vegies to go with them and I bought some of the mushrooms for breakfast & we bought a bottle of mulled wine for me
we never did get to Malmesbury, but spent the day, wandering through the markets and shops in Stroud, absorbing it all. I chatted to Joe about how I felt as if I had to see old homes, castles, National Trust buildings and other historic things and he reminded me that the purpose of the trip was to actually absorb being here and that is what we had been doing. I must remind myself of this, that I do not have to visit museums or any other ancient monument unless I want to. And I really don't.
all in all, a really good day - of just being here.
tomorrow, we hope to visit Malmesbury and Woodstock. We have no idea what to expect, but that is the fun of this whole adventure. We choose it ourselves and then let the Universe take over.
[tonight, I am going to pour myself a glass of mulled wine and start writing Christmas cards.. what fun! to be actually writing them in the correct season]
a year later - 2013
ahh Stroud. I think of this gorgeous market town often. I love the CD that I bought of the busker, Tom McNair and I play it a lot. Sadly the oil burner broke in transit on the way home. I loved the farmers markets over there and I don't think I have ever tasted such delicious sausages as we had in Yorkshire and in Stroud.