A Green day

People who leave England always say they miss how green it is. It’s true – when you fly in over this ‘Green and Pleasant Land’* it’s a patchwork feast of greens – fields hemmed in with little hedgerows everywhere. It all seems teeny tiny and cute. I imagined I’d make time to wander around drinking in green during this trip, but instead we’ve chosen to spend the bulk of our time eating and drinking with people! We’ve partied in their hot tubs until the early hours, sat in their pretty back gardens around a BBQ, lounged around their TV with pots of tea and Cadbury’s chocolate buttons whilst watching Wimbledon (passing disparaging comments about what the players are wearing and how they ought to use their backhand more). All very British.

So yesterday I took a 2 minute walk to the end of my mother in law’s road in Bedfordshire, and made myself content with a hedge along a main road – ha! I’m sure the people driving past thought I was crazy, but to those people I’d get some descendants of William Henry Davies to recite his poem and then I’d say “yeh. what he said.”

“What is this life if full of care,

We have no time to stop and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.”




I’m a big fan of ‘stop and stare’. It’s amazing what’s at the end of your mother-in-law’s road! I wish I was better at photography, but I’m a keen learner so chose to play with aperture as part of my ’52projects’ challenge. (I’m trying to do something creative every week. Currently running 9 weeks late…)

*from William Blake’s poem “And did those feet in ancient time” (And by the way, no they didn’t.)