Life is funny sometimes.
The borders of Leicestershire and Rutland are where my roots are and will always be 'home' to me.
I miss the rolling hills, the scenery, the gated roads across fields, having to get out of the car ( motoring link!) and move a cow chewing the cud in the road between cattle grids. I miss sitting up a tree down Black Spinney watching badgers at dusk, lambs in January. I miss hedges and the sound of the wind blowing in the trees. Going for walks because you walk up a hill to see what's over the top. Picking mushrooms from the fields and going home and having them for breakfast. I miss the community spirit we had when we frequently got cut off with snow for a day or so in the winter and the challenge of trying to get to work in Leicester over the Coplow. I miss the history and legend of King John's treasure and Guy Fawkes the village has.
Mr pda on the other hand, moved to the Fen from rural Kent and prior to that, Dagenham.
He loves the space, the big sky, the Wash fascinates him and Vermuydens work to make it possible, is a source of wonderment. He loves the sunsets and the stormy skies, the natural curiosity of the locals, and marvels at the way doors can be left unlocked and how every house has an 'honesty box' at the garden gate with a few veggies for sale. It amuses him that there are few 'dead end' signs in the Fen and that you can drive for miles down a road only to find it ends in a field!
Perhaps we only see what we want to in life.
I'm happy here now but it's taken a long time and for years the only benefit I could see, was that I didn't have to see the Quorn, Cottesmore and Fernie Hunts which were always a source of indignation to me...........but that's another subject and one we agree to disagree on!
Another motoring link.
When I first moved here I had a Ford Capri in British racing green and I took it in to have the steering checked only to find it was the cross wind blowing, but it was something I'd never experienced before!
Pat
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