We visited somewhere rather wonderful just the other day. Somewhere spectacular and beautiful, a place that we both loved.
A place that I decided to write a few words about here.
But also a place that I do not want to share.
We visited somewhere rather wonderful just the other day. Somewhere spectacular and beautiful, a place that we both loved.
A place that I decided to write a few words about here.
But also a place that I do not want to share.
Walking along quiet lanes, tractors and farm machinery working in the summer-dry fields as drifting clouds of dust take to the air, little storms of rural activity and a visible soundtrack to our amble.
Take a turn off the quiet country road linking Sherborne and Dorchester and park up in the isolated, and free, car park. Take a stroll past the ancient Kettle Bridge (very old) and walk along the bank of the Cerne River (very beautiful) and you will soon find yourself in the centre of the village.
So we walked and talked today.
We discussed how we are told that so many things in our world have importance when most are actually of little value.
Aspirational dreams of freedom and creativity. The struggles and excitement of being true to yourself, of living your dreams whilst facing reality.
And I find myself thinking, as I often do after embracing something that encourages self reflection, that it’s important that I remember where I am from.
And as much as I love people, and I do, I really do, I also need to be away from them to allow myself time to think and just be me.
The grounds were sobering and had a power about them that, like the Holocaust Memorial in Berlin, is difficult to describe. We didn’t see everything. The weather was really not very good. But we saw plenty and it was enough.
The endless possibilities and the thoughts of adventure and of actually having the time, yes, the time, to sit back and take a moment or two to contemplate the journey as it unfolds rather than to just think about the destination.
Sometimes you find a place that grabs you, surprises you even. A place that makes you look around and think to yourself, well, I'm not really sure what I expected, but I certainly didn't expect this.
So, if I asked you to tell me one thing that you associate with Amsterdam in The Netherlands, what would it be?
Right now, in 2022, I fear that the world may be even more selfish and divisive than when I shared my views previously. It would also appear that many of us feel that we are being dragged down by negativity and distrust in general and of being manipulated and used by those in power.
Voices, chatter, indistinct but incessant, through insulated walls and slightly open windows. Murmurs and laughter with synchronised bass line accompaniment.
I wonder at times if we are still able to think for ourselves? Or does every thought, every appealing idea that we develop and nurture, come ready packed and generated elsewhere?
If it's a beautiful day but someone tells you it’s not, is it still a beautiful day?
But this is an adventure and we are not letting a little rain get in the way of exploring. So, after a relatively leisurely start to the day, we got ourselves suitably attired and out into the Scottish dreich.