Today I had the delight of lunching with a dear friend in a pub garden set along the banks of a lake. I sat there in amazement of the vast amounts of water, the hoards of dog walkers and the lazy Sunday-lunchers and thought I'm so lucky to have this on my doorstep. As I drove home from the lake, I sped along the winding country lanes passing farm after farm and found myself constantly slowing to take in the views. I even decided to take the longer, more picturesque route home. Endless fields, endless green... It was so beautiful! I was so inspired by the time I got home that I couldn't stay in the house. Out I went into the countryside once more. As I trailed the banks of the Grand Union Canal, for the first time in a long time, I didn't have a care in the world. All of a sudden my to-do-list had evaporated and all my anxieties had disappeared.
Perhaps my love for the countryside, along with my obsession with housing, (you'll soon come to learn how obsessed I am with architecture) explains why the only television show I ritually watch is BBC 2's Escape to the Country. It's just so good! We all love to dream, and how I dream of one day owning a beautiful cottage/barn conversion/thatched-roof house/period property in the country! I suppose the stereotype is that when we're young we gravitate towards the city, but as we grow older and slow down, we dream of life abroad or in the sticks. So where does that leave me? Maybe I'm a little ahead of my years.
Tomorrow, however, I'm off to London for a day out with the girls. Looking forward to the tubes already...
