It seems like every blog post is either me saying ‘I am away’ or ‘I have just come back’ and this one falls into the latter category. It is also a very quick post.
I have just come back from The Countryside for the weekend of shooting, eating and listening to Radio 4 with my family.
I always forget how beautiful it is out there, the rolling hills, the glorious sunsets, the fresh air, the views for miles… all of which I took for granted growing up there, desperate to escape the wider provincial attitudes for City Life. As a teenager, my more bohemian viewpoints on life, love and everything weren’t terribly appreciated by my conservative family.
These days, things are slightly different and I was able to share with my sister and father a short video I took from the helicopter as I approached my destination the other week, which they enjoyed immensely but both wisely knowing not to ask for any details of my trip.
Now that I have returned to Civilisation, I have hung up my tweed cap and ear defenders until the next time. My boots are in need of some dubbin and my Barbour could also do with a wax. However, I have walked for miles and my feet are in need of a long massage.
Seriously, where is a boot boy when you need one?