Isn’t it the Japanese who have a saying which marvels at how you can do the same thing twice and it won’t be the same? I couldn’t have experienced that more perfectly this weekend. Last year I took my mum to The Malverns for Mother’s Day, where we set up camp and cooked hot dogs in coats and scarfs and huddled around our little cooker for warmth. It was so much fun that this year I planned to do for her the same again, only this time there was sunshine on my side.
On my most recent trip to Scotland (wedding planning sure is making it our second home!) the weather was less than pleasant. For most of our stay, what are usually stunning vistas over the mountains were misty veils of grey. We woke up each morning peering out from underneath the duvet, summoning the courage to brave the chill in the air. Not that it stopped us from getting out to experience what the highlands had to offer, no no: ‘The mountains are calling and I must go.” But it was on one particularly dreary day as we left the house to explore that I said, “Wow, I can’t wait to get home and sit by the fire with a glass of wine.”
I think you all know by now how much I love a country get away. The older I get the more appealing it is to me, the idea of owning a cosy little place in the middle of nowhere. Q and I have already made retirement plans to own a small holding when we grow old! But until then, it seems only right to stay in the city (I’m still young after all!) and get my country kicks on the weekend.
Amid the cold weather, diets, soft drinks and dry bank balances there’s a little glimmer of January fun for yours truly… it’s my birthday!
I once read something which made so much sense to me: