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annwfynI've spent today in Lambourn. It's odd - when I was younger I couldn't stand this place. I hated that it was miles from anywhere, with a couple of buses per day. I really couldn't wait to get out.
And now...well...I had a really lovely time back here.
It started with a thunderstorm, so intense that at first I wasn't sure what the lightning was. It was just this amazing flash just in front of my car that filled up my vision. I got out of the car at my Dad's house and felt this amazing rain land on me - thick warm raindrops, like a tropical storm. I stood there for a while, just feeling glad to be there. The garden smelt amazing after the rain. The scent from all the roses just seemed to fill the air. I'm a little alarmed at the rose bush in the front garden, admittedly. I think it may start walking and devouring innocent passers by any time soon.
I pottered around the house, which always feels comfortable, safe. I wandered up to the shop (thinking it would take a minute) and ran into four people that I've known since I was six years old who all wanted to stop and gossip. There aren't many places left in the world which are like that, where everyone does know your name.
I found some of my old books from when I was a child and read them.
It's amazingly therapeutic coming home sometimes. Y'know...just because.
And now...well...I had a really lovely time back here.
It started with a thunderstorm, so intense that at first I wasn't sure what the lightning was. It was just this amazing flash just in front of my car that filled up my vision. I got out of the car at my Dad's house and felt this amazing rain land on me - thick warm raindrops, like a tropical storm. I stood there for a while, just feeling glad to be there. The garden smelt amazing after the rain. The scent from all the roses just seemed to fill the air. I'm a little alarmed at the rose bush in the front garden, admittedly. I think it may start walking and devouring innocent passers by any time soon.
I pottered around the house, which always feels comfortable, safe. I wandered up to the shop (thinking it would take a minute) and ran into four people that I've known since I was six years old who all wanted to stop and gossip. There aren't many places left in the world which are like that, where everyone does know your name.
I found some of my old books from when I was a child and read them.
It's amazingly therapeutic coming home sometimes. Y'know...just because.
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Date: 2005-06-24 04:12 pm (UTC)Cool!
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Date: 2005-06-24 04:15 pm (UTC)...yes. We seem to have a triffid in the front garden. It is at least a very nice smelling triffid tho!
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Date: 2005-06-24 04:22 pm (UTC)Just watch out for any odd lights in the sky and avoid your naturally "oo pretty" instincts to watch them, and you should be fine and not end up fertilising your pet.
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Date: 2005-06-24 06:24 pm (UTC)I'm a little scared at the thought that there may be a time when I'll be happy to be by myself in White Salmon... Being on the farm during a lightning storm just means an increased chance of zombie pet attack.