Welcome to my attempt to capture moments in time from my venture to Ireland, England, Scotland and Wales, and the Western Front.
I’ve always wanted to visit the U.K. – home to my favourite authors, where the history seems familiar though it’s only partially my own. Ireland was an add on. When friends and family heard we were planning a trip, the advice was firm, “Don’t miss Ireland.” Glad we listened. It was the most relaxing part of our trip and I felt more akin to the people in this land.
Derek’s grandfather served on the Western Front and Derek has long expressed his wish to see the WW1 Australian Remembrance Trail. Having studied the war poets in Year 12, I had no desire to see the horrors expressed so hauntingly. I found I was more prepared than Derek, who said if he’d known more, he would have suggested we spend more time in Scotland. We’re both glad he didn’t study the war poets.
Scotland’s majestic. As I write some months later, I feel a longing to return to the Highlands.
There’s gaps in the posts – they don’t reflect my enjoyment of a destination, but lack of opportunity and priorities.
I love open vistas, remoteness, where I feel I could be in any time or space, where all that holds me to this point in time is my own existence. C.S. Lewis talks about holding places in the mind. I try to get holding places but thoughts, words and images slip from my mind faster than I can grasp. This blog is my attempt to slow down and capture moments in time.