After being in england for a couple of years now, I totally fail to understand how English literature thrived under these weather conditions. How can anyone get inspired to pen the words of joy and glory when all you can see is clouds?And yes I am using them as an excuse for my long hiatus from the blogging world.
It's been quite a start to 2010 though for a travel bug like me. I also got a zoom lens for my SLR as a gift and have been hogging it like a side pillow. Here are a few gems from this year so far.
During the January end break, while driving about we came across this village which looks frozen in time, Buck's Mill. It was windy, rocky and looked like a set for Wuthering Heights. Of course there was a old cabin that had a plaque on which said the authors so and so wrote poems while living in this cabin in the 1820s. Ooh...writers were really sturdy folks back then. I couldn't wait to rush back in the car and heat myself up. Yes yes, we deshi's are so sissy!
We moved off from there to find King Arthur's castle or what's left of it. Instead we found Camelot, a hotel. Of course a few centuries old hotel, but not as old as King Aurthur. But then the staff sent us down the wrong trail and we ended up walking away from the castle ruins. A few sheep perched on the high cliffs gave us the "tourists..duh!" look.
English coasts are very rugged. May be a larger continent took a look at the weather and decided to shrug off the bad seed? Just look over to the French Coast...so pretty. Anyways, I am digressing here. Back to the travel epics. Got a nice shot of the castle at sun down, to the background of "whump whump" sound of the sea battering the caves and cliffs. Eerie, scenic and cold, but very memorable.
Then we are back again to the daily rigmarole of eat, sleep and work. Oh joy! Almost wish for the old England which inspired pieces like Beowulf!
Also, I am actually working for a change and since as the rusted machinery in there has been kick started again, they are grinding out my creative thoughts. The peanut pay also doesn't motivate. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers.Even though I would love to see the temperature crawl above 7C for a change (thats that highest I have got so far).
But there were flashes of sun and inspiration as well. While driving the coastal path in North Cornwall, we walked off to a cliff side and there was small wooden bench dedicated to someones memory, sitting there for those who want to savor the scenery.
We moved off from there to find King Arthur's castle or what's left of it. Instead we found Camelot, a hotel. Of course a few centuries old hotel, but not as old as King Aurthur. But then the staff sent us down the wrong trail and we ended up walking away from the castle ruins. A few sheep perched on the high cliffs gave us the "tourists..duh!" look.
English coasts are very rugged. May be a larger continent took a look at the weather and decided to shrug off the bad seed? Just look over to the French Coast...so pretty. Anyways, I am digressing here. Back to the travel epics. Got a nice shot of the castle at sun down, to the background of "whump whump" sound of the sea battering the caves and cliffs. Eerie, scenic and cold, but very memorable.Then we are back again to the daily rigmarole of eat, sleep and work. Oh joy! Almost wish for the old England which inspired pieces like Beowulf!
