Winter in a southern English town. Centuries old houses with wood-smoking chimneys and visible breath on their doorsteps.
Winter in a southern English town. Centuries old houses with wood-smoking chimneys and visible breath on their doorsteps.
For us, there were inevitably tears during and after the film, based around our empathy for the family and also on our own personal experience of suicide.
It’s no bad thing to remember and understand that happiness is achievable and within our grasp, whatever the timing or circumstances.
What is this life for, if not to sit on the top of a mountain and marvel at the setting sun?
It really is as romantic and enchanting as the guidebooks say, and also staggering in as much as there are breath-catching buildings literally around every corner. It is full of history, character and charm and houses some of the greatest and most important artistic treasures in the world.
Even that old bastion of English grumpiness, the security guards on the main entrance, were engaging and funny on our visit.
A shaft of light breaks through the canopy and shines like a spotlight on ground-cover plants that will soon be gone, their last hurrah before hibernations embrace.
There is a bit of a chill in the evenings and disappointingly, the heating has already made a brief appearance in our house.
We sat under the trees after hours on our feet, tired, thirsty and just a little irritable, as naïve tourists have a habit of being in warm countries.
Walk the streets more often. That would be my advice to anyone wanting to open their eyes and to see beneath the surface of their normal, everyday world.
Imagine this.
Walking along a gravel covered path, narrow, winding, thick vegetation on all sides.
We talk about composition and narrative. The use of subtleties and vagaries, encouraging depth and intrigue.
It feels like the others are just that little bit further ahead of me these days, or at least, that's how it seems when I decide to take notice.
There are times when you can feel the stress of everyday life just slipping away. Slowly, gradually, leaving your mind and body and allowing you to breathe again and relax.
We have had no rain here for seven or eight weeks. Probably longer. It's almost impossible to remember the last time it rained.