Driving up a steep hill which takes me away from the city and towns after a short family break, I am brought face to face with the raw reality of country living. A large bird swoops down in front of me as it skillfully catches its prey, then with its mission successfully accomplished flys off into the distant hills. I’m not sure what the bird was and not wanting to cause a pile-up on the road I was unable to get a photo, but it was a moment that made me realize the dramatic contrast between city and country living.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bird of prey in action before, and I’m sure it won’t be the last time as I begin to adjust to life in the countryside.
We arrived in sunshine but it wasn’t long before the heavens opened and the rain came down, and down, and the wind began to howl. It reminded me of a song sung many years ago in Sunday School “The rains came down and the floods went up but the house on the rock stood firm”. I have been thankful to be tucked up in a safe warm cottage that has stood the test of time, and just enjoy the noises around me, whilst hoping that the previous owner was being honest when she said that flooding was not a problem. It was a little worrying as the nearby brook quickly turned into a fast flowing river and the puddles in the fields behind our house began happily getting deeper, but thankfully we have remained cozy and dry.
I am enjoying getting to know the locals and although we don’t speak the same language I think we are going to enjoy each others company very much.
It is already evident that some of these feathered friends keep to a regular daily routine and each morning as I’m sat having breakfast a couple of pheasants wander past on their morning walk to wherever pheasants go.
I should be unpacking but it’s very hard to stop myself from grabbing my camera and snapping away when there is so much going on outside my window.
I love opening the blinds in the morning and wondering what I will see and am hoping that one day soon I might open the blinds and find a field of lambs looking back at me. It would certainly be more pleasant than the bird swooping down to claim its dinner but I guess we all have to learn to take the rough with the smooth, and I think I’m ok with that.
It is after all, one very special place to be, and I am one lucky country girl.
Love Alison x