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It’s Easter, it’s a holiday and a lovely one at that – filled with sun, chocolate eggs and general springiness. Most head home, I have anyway for a different sort of spring clean; one away from the city.
The canal
Just how love is blind, so is hostility. My initial resentment towards moving away from Starbucks shoved a duvet over Staffordshire’s rolling and vivid landscape, its nature, the canals; and it certainly muffled out the sound of those blue tits my mother is always going on about.
Recently, I have embraced the slower pace of living so I thought I would share a few of my new movements with yew.
Bear in mind that the following are home and context dependent. I realise that for many people home has always been where the heart is but I am just consecrating these thoughts for those who need to search a little harder for their tranquillity.
Benefits of being at home:
- Every day is brunch day. Coffee is never out and there are usually fresh barn eggs from the farm up the road.
- Laundry is done at regular intervals
- Meals are consistent, free and you are more likely to have pheasant rather than fish fingers.
- There is a TV
Brilliant so far although I really am not trying to imply a couch potato sedentary lifestyle here as there is a slight pitfall otherwise known as rules.
Rules according to the OED :
I. Senses relating to regulations or principles.
1. a. Also with capital initial. The code of discipline or body of regulations observed by a religious order or congregation; the order or congregation itself.
Funnily enough these both potentially apply in my household as the man of the house is the Vicar of Hixon.
Basically you need to do the washing up and probably tidy your bedroom.
So for the first time I will suggest otherwise to Carrie Bradshaw when she says that moving back in with the fam, ‘it’s like having servants, which you don’t pay for’. You see generally speaking, parents slash people prefer to not act or be treated as ones slave.
Despite these social norms there are other perks…
Reading, can be done to the hum of the birds rather than to that of a bus.
Breathing is easier with full on access to fresh air and maybe the occasional breeze of manure if you’re lucky.
A bountiful array of winding and mindful walks where everyone says hello to you and most of the dogs are friendly.
Runs are even more exhilarating and potentially more beneficial than any indoor gym treadmill. What with the invariable gradients off the beaten track and fresh rather than conditioned air from the great outdoors will give your legs and lungs some lovin’.
Let’s not forget about country fashion which is fleece permitting and a bare face is the most beautiful. Accessory wise, the only ones I have carried are a sketch pad and pencils.
The scenery is pretty buff too. It’s not every day that you manage to fit a cow, a castle and a hot air balloon all onto one photo.
Appreciate! This and the fact that I took it whilst holding the best lolly in the world. Twister lollies entail an unbeatable and original deliciousness as well as a bucketful of childhood memories which I won’t go into – they scream Spring for me like Magnums scream Summer for others so one by the canal was picture perfect.
Enjoy your Easter break! Silent noise, ci vuole.
