I’m cheating a little here.
This was taken along a Roman road near Hockham, Norfolk. I loved the contrast between the pine plantation on one side and the deciduous on the other. The light hitting the trunks and bracken on the right. Although I’m a city girl, and will always be one, I think a natural street/road, will always grab my attention more than an urban one.
My last attempt was Elm Hill, in Norwich.
Even though I love learning about different countries and cultures, I’m not well travelled at all, I’d love to go travelling… I just need some money.
I thought I’d restrict this list to Europe only, as it’s more realistic adventure.
(Subconsciously typed Norwich there by accident). I’ve been slightly obsessed, just a tad…with Norway since I fell in love with Maria Mena. I mean I’ve always wanted to visit every Scandinavian country, but I now want to go even more just to see her live. I’d love to see the fjords, even though studying glaciation was the bain of my life during AS Geography. The dramatic views, and if possible the northern lights.
I mean technically I’ve been to France before, I’ve travelled through it on school trips to Germany and Belgium. I guess I’ve even walked in it when the coach stopped at Cité Europe on the way back to Calais. One of the many reasons I’d love to visit France is that I’m currently trying to learn French, and where better to practice what I’ve learnt? To experience the French culture, especially the food (and wine!). To visit Paris, but also the sunny south.
Now that I can ride a bike, I’d love to go cycling through Amsterdam, and not have to worry I’m going to die like in England. I’d also love to see the similarities between the Netherlands and Norfolk. I chose this photo because it reminded me of the Norfolk Broads with the windmills dotted along the flat landscape for miles.
First country on the list that has a warm climate (unless you count the south of France)! I’d love to visit Rome, Milan, Bologna, Venice, Tuscany, Sicily.
Not as cheerful as the others on this list, but probably the most important of them all. I feel like everyone should visit it once in their life just to see it first hand. To remember the horrors of the Holocaust and to ensure it’s never repeated again.
Does that programme still exist?
You know when all signs point towards it being a bad day? The early start, the spider that invades your privacy, the three petrol stations it took to just put some air in your tyres, the rain starting to hit the windscreen when you’re going to be outside the whole day.
Then those signs are wrong.
The weather is beautiful up on the coast, no need for a coat or any indication that we’ve just stepped into November. The unexpected amount of respondents for my data collection. The friendly strangers who wish you well. The elegant sequence of Starlings dancing along the sky.
It was nice to give my car a good run, instead of the short little trips it has been used for lately. It kinda mirrors my need to run free from Norwich from time-to-time now that I know what is out there in Norfolk!
To finish a long day of data collection we topped it off with some local homemade ice cream. Which was on par with Ben & Jerry’s would definitely get some again! Let’s hope the rest of November is like this (who am I kidding it’s England it’s gonna piss it down, and today was probably next years summer come early).
Now I know a post has been well overdue for the last month, however let me explain!
Until the 2nd of September I didn’t have internet. I thought I’d be a smart cookie and use my phone as a personal hotspot to tie me over before that, but when you’re catching up on GBBO via your phone your unlimited data allowance doesn’t seem so unlimited anymore.
Four days later I was whisked away for the start of University by going to West Ireland for two weeks, to study rocks! We set off from Norwich at 15:30 and arrived in Connemara at 10am. Baring in mind most of us had been up since the morning spending an all nighter on a coach and ferry isn’t ideal. I tried to sleep, I remember drifting off somewhere along the M4, only to be rocked away by the coach at our first stop of the day a petrol station in Galway. Maybe planning to have breakfast on a Sunday morning at 8am when shops aren’t open wasn’t the best plan.
As we moved away from civilisation, there was the sudden realisation that we were in a very mountainous area which doesn’t bode well for someone scared of heights. The roads started to bend around the landscape as we moved towards Killary Harbour. I’ve never been one to get travel sick, but sitting above the rear wheel meant I felt every bump and sway and at that moment I was wishing to be back in gentle landscape I had become accustomed to being confined to Norfolk for a year.
Since being back I’ve been trying to get my project back on track. I’ve signed up for a few part time jobs, one which starts on Tuesday, joined a sports club. Did all the things I said I wanted to do every year but chickened out. So far? It hasn’t been that scary or daunting.
I’ve missed this little place, don’t worry I won’t be disappearing again any time soon.