Slow Monday

Getting back home never fails to cheer me up. We have been away for 10 days and no matter how beautiful the holiday was, the cream teas luscious, the pasties tummy enlarging, and the fish and chips oily and sinful, but the comforts of home are matter for verse. Only if I start writing verse, it would veer into nonsense verse.

Monday has been creeping along at a snail’s pace but in an interesting way. What could have happened in the matter of half a day, right?

To start with, I have realised that Northampton postmen are a class apart. I sent a postcard to the lovely Cheila because she started a postcard/letter exchange idea with other bloggers. This was more than a couple of weeks ago, so I have been wondering while even on holiday about why it had not reached her. But it did not – so much so that Cheila even promised to stalk her postman. I certainly hope, dear girl, that it is a matter not acted upon, because when I got back home yesterday evening I had the answer.

The postcard had been posted back to me.

The postman had decided to choose the ‘From’ bit to act upon.

That apart, I had a long chat with the rental agency guy, D, with whom I deposit the car keys every Monday morning after we return home from a holiday. We rent cars, yes. Usually Adi chats with him and I deliver them with no extra chatter. This time however it I who was the chosen one for an insight into his engaging personality. It turns out he has slight Asperger’s syndrome – a lifelong syndrome which affects people by burdening them with overwhelming anxiety about communicating with the world at large. He likes to spend time by himself and shuns women because in the past his girlfriends have had him followed. “Women do not get me,” he said. The heart-felt thoughts of any single man.

Instead he spends his time getting his elbows ripped apart while riding his BMX bikes, fanatically games away his time on the X-box (I have to declare myself a badger-some wife who has managed to part Adi from his, so it lies gently weeping beneath our telly) and deejaying apart from being a cool dad to his two teenage girls. Then we had some more conversation about how we all choose our paths in life, how it is best to do what you want than giving into the paths set out by others and how it is cool to have white hair. I have some cropping up and Adi takes great pride in plucking them out. I have put a stop to his gleeful past-time though.

Random conversations pep up any day for me. Random insights into people and their ways of thinking. Random bits of information. Like how Bournemouth is ‘God’s Waiting Room’ because people like to retire there.

Anyway, as we drove back home yesterday, the skies were festooned with clouds. The cloud chaser in me had a rollicking time. This is how.

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The last stretch of yellow and patterned green fields somewhere in Cornwall
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Tamar Bridge as we left Cornwall behind and entered Devon
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The countryside in Somerset
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Fields of Somerset
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Into Cheddar, a village where cheddar cheese is made. Watch out for Cheddar Gorge, which is the largest natural gorge in Britain, and which I have been wanting to climb for some time. 
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What do we see as we enter the village but a tractor rally.
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Forgive the smudges on the windscreen — the midges had a field day smashing themselves against it. But oh look at the towering cliffs above Cheddar.
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If you are somewhere in Somerset, do not miss out on this.
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Rock climbing 
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While others were exploring the gorges, we decided to return another day because we had a long way to go home. Plus there were no parking spots left for us.
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Colours of the country
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Fields of Wraxall in North Somerset
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Clouds and church spires through the sunroof
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Trees, with leaves sprouting on them, raise their gnarled heads as we chase clouds above the houses of Bristol.
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Wandering into the Cotswolds
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Because Adi had wanted to go into the Kemble Aerodrome for some time now
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A historic airport in Gloucestershire where some aircrafts apart, children and men race bikes 
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A last look at one of the smallest airports in the country


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Arundhati Basu

The great affair in my life is to travel. I count myself immensely fortunate that my partner shares this passion. We are a team that likes to spend time planning and plotting out places to go. Destination check, flights check, accommodation check, cheesy grins check. Off we go.

49 thoughts on “Slow Monday

  1. I was just admiring the cliffs of Cheddar, and was thinking that they would be great to climb…I scrolled down a little bit and voila! Rock climbing British style. Not quite the ten pitch climbs (Chinaman’s Peak) of the Canadian Rockies, but it will do 🙂 I still have my climbing gear…can you send me a plane ticket…Lol 🙂

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  2. It was previously named Chinaman’s Peak but the name was changed to be less offensive. Anyone who climbs though, still calls it by its original name…damn the PC police!

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      1. I have no idea…is it offensive to say Englishman? I doubt it….oh wait, maybe one MUST say Englishperson??

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  3. Gorgeous pictures full of clouds, blue skies and fields of green…all my favorites! Makes me feel like I can breathe easily. I’m loving all your travel stories, even when you’re traveling back home.

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  4. “Then we had some more conversation about how we all choose our paths in life, how it is best to do what you want than giving into the paths set out by others”

    couldn’t help but noticing we have pretty much the same opinion about that 😉
    love your style, can’t wait to read more, keep it up! 🙂

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  5. I’m going to say what others have said, but your photos are too beautiful not to chime in. You know I’m a fellow cloud lover, so this was great for me. I’m just dying to visit these quaint little countryside villages. I feel like my heart needs it. When planning a trip to England, I’m going to plan along with your blog. You’re doing a beautiful job sugar pie.

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      1. I’m positive I’ll be sighing at every corner. Maybe I’ll carve our initial into a fence post. Just kidding. I don’t need angry British famers hounding me. We’ll think of something.

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  6. Those cliffs are stunning! The cloud pictures are my next favourite in the photos 😀
    Also, it’s strange that the postman sent it back to your house, rather than to Cheila. At least you know what happened to it now 🙂

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    1. Yes and I have resent it, this time having stricken off the lower bit. May no intelligent postman come across it now. Aren’t the cliffs just? And the clouds, sigh. Now you know why I am a cloud chaser.

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  7. You are very good at meeting random people on your travels and finding out fascinating tidbits of information about them. Definitely not something I’m not good, so I will imagine what it is like through your stories. I would like to visit Cheddar someday…

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    1. I do not mind a good natter once in a while 😉 Most of my days I spend like a recluse in good old Northampton (I really like the quiet life now), so when I gab there is no stopping me. Plus when I meet talkative people who are interesting, I love listening 🙂 When you visit England, do look up Cheddar. You might be spoilt for choice when making an itinerary though 😉


    1. That is okay, you make me guffaw plus you are always there for me. Lest I do not say it enough, I appreciate that a lot, K. May you get to climb those cliffs one day and dance in those green fields with your three boys xx

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      1. I can honestly say right back at ya. And hey, there is good therapy in laughter, all the way from the little chuckle to the obnoxious chortle, and up to the hearty guffaw! So really we are providing each other a bit of free therapy. It’s a good deal. And goodness, the boys could do with some climbing and running and dancing–tired boys who go to sleep are also just as good as therapy for me, haha.

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