Where I Live

Lovely Michelle at The American Resident has just started a new linky called Where You Live, and this week’s prompt was ‘If I visited you for a day, where would you take me? One place. And why.’

How could I not take part in that?

In most of the places I’ve lived before, I would have been spoiled for choice with this question.

Tarbert, Isle of Harris

In Harris I would have wondered whether we should go to the beach, roll our trousers up and shriek as we splashed in the clear, cold waters of the North Atlantic. Or whether we should get fish and chips in the village, which we’d eat sitting on the wall that overlooks the pier – the best spot to watch the ferry come in.

Eventually I would have settled on showing you the big boulder on the hill behind my Dad’s house, right beside the lower loch. With a large flat top like a table, and ledges that stick out like shelves below, that rock was my imaginary childhood teashop. I would put my pretend cakes in to bake in the pretend oven, before serving them up with pretend cups of tea and coffee. There was an indentation in another nearby rock, which would fill with water on rainy days, and that is where I would do my dishes. It made my heart sing when we went to Harris last year and DorkySon ran up the back hill, headed right for the same spot.

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Autumn, lovely Autumn

On the spur of the moment, when I dropped DorkySon at nursery yesterday, I decided to go for a walk instead of going straight home. The light is so beautiful on these autumn mornings that it seems a shame to waste it.

Unfortunately I didn’t have my camera so these are just phone quality photos, but they still give a sense of what a lovely half hour I had ambling through the fields.

autumn trees
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A Walk

I was chatting to a friend last week, someone who lives in the same town, and we confessed a slightly shameful secret. We love to take our cameras with us when we go out – she is a much, much better photographer than I am – but we both find the countryside around here completely uninspiring. I had never thought of myself as an ‘urban’ girl, but I would far rather take photos walking down a street of grotty graffiti than I would take photos of the fields and rolling countryside around Hertfordshire. I just find it all a bit… well, dull.

On Sunday it was a lovely sunny day, so I thought I’d try and snap myself out of the photographic funk by going out for a long walk with DorkySon.

We started in the park as usual.

Rothamsted Park, Harpenden, Hertfordshire
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