Posted in Nature, Personal, Photo

English Dreams

My V-man and I have visited the UK in October. We stayed at the very edge of New Forest National Park, where thousands of cattle roam free.

An impression:

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  1. The call of England
  2. Waking up in a cottage
  3. Wildlife

You will find a translation button at the bottom of the menu on the right side. It won’t be perfect English, since Google will simply translate the words, but it will give you an idea.

 

Posted in Border hopping, Humour, Personal, Photo

Lost

Last week I did it again. I got lost on my way from work. The commute is only ten minutes when there’s no traffic. But that night, it was horrible. Cars slowed down in front of me, then came to a stop. And stayed put entirely. I only had a couple of seconds before I would be cornered -the lane was already flooding with other drivers who tried to find a way out- and forced onto the highway, so I decided to turn to the right. The car jumped into gear and took me into the shortcut.

Through that manoeuvre I found myself in a road I didn’t expect to find myself in. But hey, navigating is easy, right? I approximately knew the direction I had to take. Heading towards a roundabout, I decided to continue my straight course. At the next turn I took a left. My eyes were roaming the streets for landmarks so I could orientate myself, but to no avail. Right again, then left. It took me deeper and deeper into the residential area. Narrow streets, one-way streets. Little children on little bikes, swarming the sidewalks and road. Parents parking their cars and blocking my way. After ten minutes of following my built-in radar and getting nowhere, I surrendered and activated my TomTom.

While I waited for the satellites to connect with my little electronic guide, my thoughts returned to last week. Getting lost in the streets of a town is nothing. Getting lost in an English pub, now that is a new accomplishment of my nonexistent sense of direction. My V-man and I were having a very nice lunch. And, being in the United Kingdom, we simply had to have a very nice cuppa or two. Before resuming our trip, I decided to get rid of superfluous tea and visit the restroom. I had no trouble whatsoever finding it. To find my way back was the real challenge. When I came out, the place suddenly looked unfamiliar. Where was the lunchroom? Where was the entrance? Bewildered I stopped and stared, shaking my head in utter amazement. And resignation. A kind old gentleman asked “What’s the matter, love?” and I simply said “I’m lost. In a pub. Can you believe it?” For I could not.

In my defense though (the only defense I can artfully think of): the things one sees on the way in are not the same things one sees on the way back. I kid you not! But I rest this lost case. I’m missing some strange and mysterious ability and I will never get it. Lost. In a pub. I have hit rock bottom.

PS. I managed to find V-man that afternoon, and arrived at home safely. 😉

 

Posted in Border hopping, Photo, Photo challenge

Weekly Photo Challenge: Blue

First English blue. This is the front door of a Bed & Breakfast in South-England. Authentic and enchanting. I wanted to buy the place and you can imagine my surprise when the owners told me it was for sale. Alas, the price was too high for me. WAY too high.

Photo © Marion Driessen

And this is Portuguese blue. It is part of a wall in the medieval town of Óbidos. And now I finally know why I took this picture… it is blue!

Photo © Marion Driessen

Enjoy other photos of this Weekly Photo Challenge at WordPress.com!