It is 4 months since we left the big smoke, it feels like years. The seasons move slower in this rural backwater, mainly because they are wholly observable. We have been learning so much, the country is a land of life and death in the raw, even down to finding dead flies pinned to the middle of a window pane as if there has been some sort of fly based execution by the maggot mafia.
Predictably it has become colder, a few interesting weather extremes have happened, the most recent has hit the coast to the east of us very hard, our initial research for somewhere to live took us above the flood plain, below the crest of a hill nestled lovingly in the arms of woodlands. But by gum, when the winter wind vectors to northwesterly we get it full in the face and boy we know it. The gales and floods were preceded by the most shockingly wonderful red morning sky, it lasted under a minute but looked like the end of the world was going to happen.
This past weekend I returned to London, air traffic control was suffering a computer error resulting in fewer overhead distractions. The streets were crowded, the tube which would once be relaxed was heaving and confused, I eventually emerged under the Shard at London Bridge Station in what my text autocorrect called Toilet Street (Tooley Street).
The trip up town was to meet two old friends from school days, we've not all been together for about 13/14 years, families, children and such like providing valid diversions. The great thing was the camaraderie remains over the years, we grow up but clearly not apart. One thing we all have in common, London is a nice place to dip into, but we could't eat a whole one.
Returning to the shires roe deer in the headlights, trees everywhere and eventually no traffic, ahhhh bliss.
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