I miss home, the rolling hills of Mid Wales that’s home, and always will be, there’s no doubt in my mind where ever I choose to live! I deal with homesickness by writing and kind of transporting myself home as I do, don’t worry I know my writing style is not all that slick but I’m trying out a new writing technique so let’s see how that goes.
Photo Credits: The Featured photo – A view of the River Rhiw ‘Felindre’ nr Berriew. Taken by Dafydd,
A million miles from home right now (artistic license I think it’s like 3,500 miles, ten weeks in and I’m feeling a slight unease it’s the City and it’s oppressive feeling bearing down on me. I’m a country boy at heart, who just happened to want to see the world, far beyond the rolling hills of mid-Wales, setting out on many adventures but always heading to the hills of home to rest and de-stress.
I’m yet to discover my next career route although I’m in no hurry, have faith, I remind myself a to keep a keen eye on the industry, the movers and shakers and take this time to adjust to the City its ways and the madness.
I’m certain things will calm down Robert’s Mother took a tumble and is bedridden for the un-foreseeable, bless her cotton socks, she’s having a rest whether she likes or not! Thanks to three broken ribs. So run ragged Robert battling his Parkinson’s with good and bad days and I trying my best to blend in, Bear in mind that Robert’s Mom can run circles around anyone, even lying down! So it’s been a stress full week and I thought since I often write to learn perhaps here’s chance to express my voice, my heart, my home virtual way home!
It’s not that I have never been away from home all my life, I grew up in Welshpool, fumbled my way through high school, head down trying to avoid trouble and everything! Since my Mum moved to Berriew our lives began to change, I had already left home having completed an apprenticeship with the National Trust under Jimmy Hancock of Berriew and of-course Powis Castle the finest example of terraced gardens that I have seen anywhere.
I’m told my Grandfather and Grandmother both worked at the Castle, my grandad in the gardens my nan a domestic in the Castle, I always thought it surreal that I should find myself there almost by default. I travelled as soon as I could afford, I worked in Poland, Corfu, France, Spain and very shortly the USA. That said where ever I am headed, from wherever I have been, there’s that one special place on my whole journey that I’m not happy until I’ve seen! Have you guessed it? It is, of course, the aforementioned picturesque, black and white village of Berriew on the river Rhiew, and the winding country lanes that always welcome me home.
That’s why this morning’s inbox a series of snow-covered pictures from the one place I call home jas been a silver lining over the last few difficult days. It has been my pleasure to socially share “My Virtual Sleigh Ride home for Christmas” and believe me I have driven these lanes many a time in snow over the years.
The following picture that looks like you could sled down the lane, lovingly reminding me that life is an adventure and I’m simply away from home right home, virtually but I’m just around the bend.
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