My home …..

I've been fortunate to have been to some beautiful parts of the world. Because of the memories associated with places it's often difficult to say which are the favourites. When I think of favourite places I think of the crisp coldness of the air in northern Finland in Winter, the whiteness and crunchiness of the snow, the air so clean and fresh you could feel it doing you good. I remember the sleepy olive groves in the south of France where the constant sound of cicadas and crickets lull you in the heat. I picture myself once again in the sea of the distant Isle of Tiree, where the white sand beaches and clear water sparkle in the sunlight. Lastly I think I would choose the cliffs and secret coves of Cornwall, the deep lanes and wild flowers, the tiny villages and harbours.

But, until I lived away from my home for a few years, I never appreciated just how beautiful it is, or how much I belong here. I took Asher for a walk this morning. The air was washed clean as it rained last night. The view over the town from the top of the hill was sparkling …… so varied. Distant moors with their purple jacket of heather, rolling hills and wooded valleys, even the town with its chimneys and rows of houses and factories made a good part of the vista.

The blackberries were ripening, the dog was dashing around going on the walk 4 times longer than mine. The woods were cool with dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves. I am so happy to live where I do …. it has a bit of everything ….. except the sea.

Asher surveying her kingdom the dog in the dappled sunlight

Steps created by the oak tree roots ripe blackberries

Comments

[Craig]

Hi Liz
Great blog.

You are however using my watermarked images on this page without my permission and I'd like them removed.
http://sockthing.blogs.com/lizblog/2007/12/index.html
Thanks
Craig

[Liz Marshall]

Very sorry Craig. Images removed as requested.