Oh what a joy
 

Thought I would share this with you, woke up this morning sun is shining, cool breeze, went out to local corner shop and bought a paper, quick chat with people I know.

Then took a stroll around the moss, green and lush with gentle song from the birds, people I passed smiled and let on.

Its so good to be back in Cheshire. :D


Oh and I saw two little beetles crawling up the bedroom wall and took no notice of them because they are not cockroaches. :)

how i miss the english counrty side. We are taking our new bikes back home, will go for country rides. Then a great lovely pub meal, only brits know how to make. yum yum:)

Re: Oh what a joy
 

I know what you mean. Just returned from a stroll - beautiful warm day, blue sky, slight breeze, the gentle, melodic sound of the birds.

Perfect.

We go for walks through the Village every day, beautiful scenery, friendly folk, and..... Sorry I'd better go and read the Tabloids and remind myself what an awful place this is ,

Cheers
(Glad to be Home) JayJay

Well, maybe you should go and read the tabloids. You people just make me sick: beautiful scenery, la-de-da... Some of us still have to wait and you still post your inconsiderate, insensitive, happy messages. Torture, plain torture.:eek:

Keep posting though, I am becoming addicted to them. :D :D :D

`I didn't know that Cheshire cats always grinned; in fact, I
didn't know that cats COULD grin.'

ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND

Have you never had the experience of a happy pussy?




jib

Re: Oh what a joy
 

Sheer Bliss!! Just to be able to walk to a shop would be nice! A chat with someone I knew would be great but to be back will be heaven.
:D

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another gorgeous day today too here in sunny Lymm, clear blue skies and 13 degrees at 9.30 this morning. Hubby cycled through the country lanes to work as usual. Meanwhile, I went to the garden centre, passing lots of gorgeous blossom trees, green fields and spring lambs en route. Had to stop at one point to let two little bunnies cross the road. Cheshire is just wonderful for me too. And shock! horror! when I go to my corner shop the assistants are friendly. And they're not even Australian :D

Have never been to Perth but I can understand why you and Donna are happy to be back here.

All the best
HP

OK, now you've done it. I've been homesick for a while now, but now I am getting homesicker by the minute. Less than a month to go, less than a month to go, less than a month to go.....

Aleaxandra, Rupert Brooke wrote this almost 100 years ago, guess he was homesick too...


Just now the lilac is in bloom,
All before my little room;
And in my flower-beds, I think,
Smile the carnation and the pink;
And down the borders, well I know,
The poppy and the pansy blow...
Oh! there the chestnuts, summer through,
Beside the river make for you
A tunnel of green gloom, and sleep
Deeply above; and green and deep
The stream mysterious glides beneath,
Green as a dream and deep as death.
- Oh, damn! I know it! and I know
How the May fields all golden show,
And when the day is young and sweet,
Gild gloriously the bare feet
That run to bathe
Du Lieber Gott!
Here am I, sweating, sick, and hot,
And there the shadowed waters fresh
Lean up to embrace the naked flesh.
Temperamentvoll German Jews
Drink beer around; - and here the dews
Are soft beneath a morn of gold.
Here tulips bloom as they are told;
Unkempt about those hedges blows
An English unofficial rose;
And there the unregulated sun
Slopes down to rest when day is done,
And wakes a vague unpunctual star,
A slippered Hesper; and there are
Meads towards Haslingfield and Coton
Where das Betrelen's not verboten.
... would I were
In Grantchester, in Grantchester! -
Some, it may be, can get in touch
With Nature there, or Earth, or such.
And clever modern men have seen
A Faun a-peeping through the green,
And lelt the Classics were not dead,
To glimpse a Naiad's reedy head,
Or hear the Goat-foot piping low:...
But these are things I do not know.
I only know that you may lie
Day-long and watch the Cambridge sky,
And, flower-lulled in sleepy grass,
Hear the cool lapse of hours pass,
Until the centuries blend and blur
In Grantchester, in Grantchester
Still in the dawnlit waters cool
His ghostly Lordship swims his pool,
And tries the strokes, essays the tricks,
Long learnt on Hellespont, or Styx.
Dan Chaucer hears his river still
Chatter beneath a phantom mill.
Tennyson notes, with studious eye,
How Cambridge waters hurry by
And in that garden, black and white,
Creep whispers through the grass all night;
And spectral dance, before the dawn,
A hundred Vicars down the lawn;
Curates, long dust, will come and go
On lissome, clerical, printless toe;
And oft between the boughs is seen
The sly shade of a Rural Dean
Till, at a shiver in the skies,
Vanishing with Satanic cries,
The prim ecclesiastic rout
Leaves but a startled sleeper-out,
Grey heavens, the first bird's drowsy calls,
The falling house that never falls.
God! I will pack, and take a train,
And get me to England once again!
For England's the one land, I know,
Where men with Splendid Hearts may go;
And Cambridgeshire, of all England,
The shire for Men who Understand;
And of that district I prefer
The lovely hamlet Grantchester.
For Cambridge people rarely smile,
Being urban, squat, and packed with guile;
And Royston men in the far South
Are black and fierce and strange of mouth;
At Over they fling oaths at one
And worse than oaths at Trumpington,
And Ditton girls are mean and dirty,
And there's none in Harston under thirty,
And folks in Shelford and those parts
Have twisted lips and twisted hearts,
And Barton men make Cockney rhymes,
And Coton's full of nameless crimes,
And things are done you'd not believe
At Madingley, on Christmas Eve.
Strong men have run for miles and miles,
When one from Cherry Hinton smiles;
Strong men have blanched, and shot their wives,
Rather than send them to St. Ives;
Strong men have cried like babes, bydam,
To hear what happened at Babraham.
But Grantehester! ah, Grantchester!
There's peace and holy quiet there,
Great clouds along pacific skies,
And men and women with straight eyes,
Lithe children lovelier than a dream,
A bosky wood, a slumberous stream,
And little kindly winds that creep
Round twilight corners, half asleep.
In Grantchester their skins are white;
They bathe by day, they bathe by night;
The women there do all they ought;
The men observe the Rules of Thought.
They love the Good; they worship Truth;
They laugh uproariously in youth;
(And when they get to feeling old,
They up and shoot themselves, I'm told)...
Ah God! to see the branches stir Across the moon at Grantchester!
To smell the thrilling-sweet and rotten
Unforgettable, unforgotten
River-smell, and hear the breeze
Sobbing in the little trees.
Say do the elm-clumps greatly stand
Still guardians of that holy land?
The chestnuts shade in reverend dream,
The yet unacademic stream?
Is dawn a secret shy and cold
Anadyamene, silver-gold?
And sunset still a golden sea
From Haslingfield to Madingley?
And after, ere the night is born,
Do hares come out of the corn?
Oh, is the water sweet and cool
Gentle and brown above the pool?
And laughs the immortal river still
Under the mill, under the mill?
Say, is therebeauty yet to find?
And Certainty? and Quiet kind?
Deep meadows yet, for to forget
The lies, and truths, and pain? ...oh! yet
Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?

JayJay, I had to replace my tear-flood keyboard at work. I hope you are happy. :D :D :D

I thought I continue the poetry thread:

Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner,
That I love London so.
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I think of her wherever I go.
I get a funny feeling inside of me
Just walking up and down.
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I love London Town.

Alexandra, it will all be here for you when you get here, be patient :) :) !!!

It was 23 degrees on Saturday. My husband did a cycle race - he was racing for an hour in the sun - when he came home I noticed his arms were bright red....sunburn. Good old north of England, he forgot that it is possible to get sunburnt here!!! But in April......?? (It's not even as if he was white cos he's still got the remains of his AUssie tan.)

Im sure Im going to crash my car any day as the beautiful Spring countryside is so overwhelming!

All those little lambies jumping around the fields & its SO green everywhere. The birds are canoodling in the garden & looking for somewhere to nest. The kids went for a walk by the river yesterday (with sunhats!) & were so excited to see tiny ducklings out & about.

I love it here!! Oh & I've just had a delivery from my favourite company Next Directory!! Heaven!! :D