This is home (well actually my house isn’t on this picture – it’s about a mile down the valley to the left). But this is my closest village (photographed on Friday) - nestled right onto the side of the hills. It wasn’t ever the plan that a little obscure place called Wooler would become home. But home it is.
This used to be home for a few years in the early 1990’s
DS and I are heading there for a few days because he wants to see….
We are leaving DH to deal with end of year accounts and business things.
On Thursday evening I shall come running and screaming north - back to the hills and peace and quiet and sheep and friends and Wooler and my home.
And hopefully some foundations on the shed!
Hope you get to go on this trip - you will be glad to get home to those gentle rolling hills. We always apreciate home more after a trip but sometimes youve just got to get away to be able to get back!
ReplyDeleteGlad you found more things when your studio was dismantled & good luck with the rebuild.
Isn't it amazing how we end up living in what then turns into home!! If anyone had told me when I was growing up in The Netherlands that I would finish up being an adopted Scot I would never have believed it and yet, whenever I come back from down South and see the Welcome to Scotland sign I too feel like I'm coming home.
ReplyDeleteHave a riotous time in London and in due course welcome back home!
Despite all the difficulties life has thrown at you recently, being able to take some peace from the beauty around you must surely help. I'm sure no one could be unhappy living in such a wonderful place. And the best part is .... you realise it. Many people take for granted the wonderful things around them, and its so uplifting you hear how you embrace it and love it. Thank you for sharing your daily life and countryside with us.
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed your blog and really admired your work at the Birmingham show
ReplyDeleteI just love the sheep and lambs photo. Best one I've ever seen on the subject!
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