Truth to tell, I realised today while out walking, much as I love my life and where I live, I am starving and thirsting for a change of scene, preferably to see something urban. It always happens in the spring, this craving for change and movement.
Well, the new car finally arrives tomorrow, and I've two weeks holiday as of this weekend. Perhaps we'll get to the bright lights then!
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It's always wonderful to break away and see something different. After a few days of bright lights though, I'm always ready to come back to the land of birds, bugs, and beautiful scenery in the form of trees and other plants. I'm ready for a break too! Hope you get there and that you have a wonderful time.
The itchiness of Spring...
I've never thought of Spring as itchy before... I love the way your posts and comments give me such random thoughts... I quite often use them as writing prompts...
Love this photograph!
and i know what you mean...the old maxim, "A change is as good as a rest" is absolutely true. A change of scene can refresh one's whole self. Wishing you a marvelous holiday in the new set of wheels!
spring fever
Love the photo. My mother used to say we all get cabin fever by this time of year. Have a great spring break!
Dear Lady Lucy,
Take Sir Tom and companion Mol and go gadding.
Thanks all!
Hey nonny nonny, HHB!
Come to Bordeaux!
Or Edinburgh.
Or Australia and beat off dingoes with sticks... possibly not.
Well if you want a house swap!
I'm looking forward to London next month. Hope to get to the Tate.
Lovely shot.
Thanks girls for those kind and generous offers and suggestions (except the poking dingoes with sticks which I think I'll pass on this time.)
Apprentice, nice idea but it would have to be a dog swap too...
I think I may have to settle for a trip to Dinan for a curry and one to Lannion, where there's a good-looking photo gallery with an interesting expo on a photographic publishing imprint. Not exactly Sodom and Gomorrah but they'll have to do.
You seem to long for urban scenes as much as I do for rustic sights and smells.
Joe, it's only occasional; mostly I'm more content with rusticity, and when I've lived in town I've longed far more intensely for green and open spaces. It's simply a balance, I suppose. Mostly variety can be supplied by inside stimuli: books, screens, music, one's inner world, but now and then I just want what's different. I think about the way people used to live, who are still our friends and neighbours. Even they used to get on their bikes as youngsters and pedal to the seaside or the lake or to town, which wasn't a very rich or exciting place by today's standards. I think the lack of variety did chafe a little though; many couldn't wait to get to Paris, and it wasn't always out of economic necessity. In some ways the countryside was a little more rich and various then than now, however.
What I love most is that you quoted The Lady of Shalott and made me think of it. I am half-sick of shadows too!
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