Wagga Wagga to Worcestershire & back again
Last Christmas Adam’s brother John and his partner Sally gave me the book ‘102 English Things To Do’ by Alex Quick. I had a lovely scan through it in the days after Christmas, but never really got stuck into reading it properly.
I’ve now had the opportunity to look it more thoroughly and have started making a list of some of the ‘things’ I’d like to do, particularly over the next few months.
There is something very English about train travel. From the Hogwarts Express in the Harry Potter books to those Griff Rhys Jones and Michael Palin travel television series of year’s past, whenever I think of train travel the stereotypical image I get in my mind is a steam train chugging through rolling green hills, whizzing past thatched cottages whilst a middle aged woman serves cups on tea from a trolley aboard.
Oh what a difference a week can make. Last week Adam and I were sipping sangria under sunny blue skies in Gibraltar. Over the weekend we’ve watched flurries of snow showers from our kitchen window, whilst warming our hands on big mugs of coffee.
It still seems a bit magical to me that you can wake up one morning and have one type of weather, jump on a plane or train or in a car, and suddenly be in a place completely opposite to where you were. It’s why I guess so many people get wanderlust.
When you move to a new place it takes time to settle in. You don’t instantly know where the best place is to do grocery shopping or buy a nice coffee, but after a little while you start to find your way around. Things that previously seemed challenging or that made you second-glance or stare in awe, suddenly become normal.
Wattle and Ash 