Saturday, 22 January 2011

back in the cold...and loving it.

Yesterday we walked around the parkland
surrounding Blenheim Palace, near Woodstock, just outside of Oxford, Winston Churchill's birthplace.

It was freezing,
and in such contrast to the lush tropical gardens of KwaZulu Natal and hubbub of Jozi's noisy streets and high walls.

It was also magnificent,
the sense of timelessness, the architecture, the history,
the scale of the buildings;

the naked trees against the pale light,
and vapor lines from aeroplanes criss-crossing the freezing sky;

the bright colour of the pheasants madly dashing about,
as if there were some important pheasant-business going down somewhere;

and the light fading fast making us march faster and faster before the chill set in.

England feels like home, when I'm here.

South Africa feels like home, when I'm there.


Diane said...

Lovely photos! The sky and light are beautiful and I love the pheasant running.

Home is anywhere and everywhere - it's wonderful to have more than one place to call home!

Carly said...

Thanks Diane - feeling quite blessed with my parallel life right now!

I'll be sure to post some pics of my attempts at the cookies - I'm making them with my (nearly) 6yr old niece this weekend.

Have a great day Stateside,

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