Theres No Place Like HomeTheres No Place Like Home

There’s No Place Like Home

Theres No Place Like HomeTheres No Place Like HomeWith the countdown clock showing a meagre 13 days until the #gaplife begins, I’ve been spending my days organising, planning or refusing to believe that the weeks are slipping away so fast.

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.

Cookham Lock RiverSo off we stomped to the waterways, across frosty fields and rusty bridges until the River Thames twirled into life.

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.

River Scenery

Mother Nature saw us coming and provided a glorious sunny day allowing the river to twinkle and glow in all its watery glory.

River Walk

RIver Tree

Cookham Lock TreeOur patch of river, near the quaint upmarket town of Cookham, was deserted.

We frolicked to our hearts content and took moody pictures on the banks.

Cookham Lock InstagramFor more pictures visit my Instagram account

Until an angry swan decided to join the party.

Cookham LockI may look calm, but those fellas scare the life outta me – they can break a man’s arm ya know!

Moving on swifly, we found ourselves overlooking Cookham Bridge and the posing continued.

Cookham Bridge PoseThis look felt like a good idea at the time…

Cookham Bridge PhotoAs the sun began to dip, we trudged back off home.

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.

Do you like where you live? How do you feel about leaving home to travel? Let me know in the comments below or via my social media links.

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