But this weekend it was time to take a break from all that. To step back from manically adding things to the packing list or begrudgingly shelling out for travel insurance.
It was time to get some fresh air.
I always moan that there’s nothing to do around my suburban hometown. Once you’ve crossed out shopping, the usual circuit around the fields and (if you’re lucky) a trip to one of the Thameside towns then you’re left twiddling your thumbs.
But with the #gaplife looming closer, I thought it was time to say goodbye to my familiar stomping grounds.
Mother Nature saw us coming and provided a glorious sunny day allowing the river to twinkle and glow in all its watery glory.
We frolicked to our hearts content and took moody pictures on the banks.
Until an angry swan decided to join the party.
Moving on swifly, we found ourselves overlooking Cookham Bridge and the posing continued.
Well, home for the next 13 days.
It’s nice to look at your home anew, to search for things you want to take with you and remember on the road. You begin to notice things you would usually ignore, the cry of stray parrots in the trees, the friendly nods from strangers you pass, the reflections of the trees on the water.
No matter where I end up, there’s no place like home.
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