Maybe its the cold, grey weather...but our conversation this morning turned to you...that somewhere else that is warm and welcoming !
We walked along your cobbled paths and browsed in shop windows....all our minds eye.
There are so many times we speak of you, of travels, of adventure...of far off places that will reward us with beauty, history and a memory that can be carried close to our hearts...then we return home.
Growing up in England has romantic notions to some, green pastures and pretty villages...it was never that glamorous and no matter where you live or where you were born, we all want to be somewhere else...the grass is constantly greener over there !
England unfortunately is an alien landscape to me now, nothing remains of the streets I once walked, nothing is familiar and in a strange twist, I am now the foreigner !
It maybe a case of being set in ones ways, our routine rarely changes and the beauty of being surrounded by Friends gives us a sense of place...of being...of home....but set we are !
So as we walk the dogs along the stream in the cold grey gloom, our hearts lift as we speak of you and we can almost feel the warmth of your sun upon our backs.
Maybe one day we will return as tourists to these far off lands...but this morning it is enough to speak of you and dream a little dream !
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