The other night I had a very odd dream.
I dreamt that I had a terminal illness. I don't remember what it was except that I did not have long to live. Weeks I think. The funny thing was was that I had no fear at all. The only downer was that I didn't not know when it would be and my feeling about that were merely of mild irritation.
I woke up feeling quite at peace with the world.
Wednesday, 13 July 2011
Friday, 1 July 2011
Plans
We sat down and pondered over the future the other day. Well, actually we do that quite a lot. Mrs AWB and I have been talking about where to settle for our autumn years, our retirement.
We've worked out that, financially, we should be fine and dandy and also know that we would want to live a bit further away from the hustle and bustle of a city. We had thought about places like Cawthorne near Barnsley but have kept an open mind.
We think we've found it now.
Beverley
A medium sized place in East Yorkshire far from motorways and the huge conurbations. We went there last Saturday and it felt like home. No aggression or loud behaviour on the streets. Even the teenagers skulking on the corners seemed to skulk in a more civilized way. The shops were varied and the place seemed to have less of those anonymous chains like Subway. It was quirky and individual.
The thing is we are both aware that as we get older we will become more disenchanted with the fast pace and noise of places like Leeds. OK to visit but not to live near when all you are wanting is a slow measured pace.
I worked out that I have eighty nine months to go before I can live a life entirely of leisure.
Not long really is it.
We've worked out that, financially, we should be fine and dandy and also know that we would want to live a bit further away from the hustle and bustle of a city. We had thought about places like Cawthorne near Barnsley but have kept an open mind.
We think we've found it now.
Beverley
A medium sized place in East Yorkshire far from motorways and the huge conurbations. We went there last Saturday and it felt like home. No aggression or loud behaviour on the streets. Even the teenagers skulking on the corners seemed to skulk in a more civilized way. The shops were varied and the place seemed to have less of those anonymous chains like Subway. It was quirky and individual.
The thing is we are both aware that as we get older we will become more disenchanted with the fast pace and noise of places like Leeds. OK to visit but not to live near when all you are wanting is a slow measured pace.
I worked out that I have eighty nine months to go before I can live a life entirely of leisure.
Not long really is it.
That Corner
Life tends to be cyclical and so therefore it seems only natural that my blog should be so too. I return to themes but each time I do there is a difference.
Take this photo of the top corner of our little private garden at the back. I've taken loads of photos but each one is different. The plants mature, the lighting is never the same and so on.
I spent some time wandering around on that day and have done since, wandering around in the garden but also in my mind. I go to reflect for reflection is best done in familiar surroundings and that little spot is one of my favourites. I never tire of it.
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