It is a phrase I really identify with. It fits me better than anything else, and can mean different things, to different people. One day, I have a loose plan to use this phrase for a Thing, maybe a travel journal (I own the URL), or similar, but as yet I just don’t have the time!
And yes, I’d do away with borders entirely, if it were up to me…
A memory of Keys... this makes me smile Alex; did I ever tell you one of the reasons we moved to France was because we held keys for so many properties in Ireland, friends, family, clients etc... we were tired of the responsibility they held. We wanted just one key each, preferably one that would rarely have to be used, we were hopeful, we'd been told that here, in La France Profonde' there was no necessity to lock up every time we left the house. Not so as it turns out but in twenty years much has changed... and of course, we now have just as many keys, friends, family and clients and for me, for too many of those years schools also!
It seems we are bound by the nature of our lives to bear this burden!
I hope your evening is lit by that beautiful light only deep snowfall can provide!
Interestingly, as I continue to catch up with replying, yesterday I found a giant bunch of keys in the workshop downstairs... Some are old and big, others newer. No idea what doors they fit but I'm determined to make them into something, decoration for the garden, maybe.
I absolutely get that irritation at the burden of keys, too. I keep mine in my backpack, rather than my pocket. If we're out in the village, collecting Ailsa for example, we rarely lock the door, but if we leave, we do. The neighbours here are highly observant (haha, this works both ways!), and there is always someone watching... I've grown accustomed to this, but it sometimes does feel a bit like a zoo.
It never ceases to amaze me how we can leave our doors unlocked here! Can you imagine doing so back in the UK? Even in Ireland it was a risk! Although I have to admit, old habits die hard, William is fanatical about locking the door… I am berated by him often for forgetting!
You will have to post some photos of your garden creation Alex, Id love to see!
"Globally feral" ... love the image that creates. I'd love to be globally feral, but those damned passports ...
It is a phrase I really identify with. It fits me better than anything else, and can mean different things, to different people. One day, I have a loose plan to use this phrase for a Thing, maybe a travel journal (I own the URL), or similar, but as yet I just don’t have the time!
And yes, I’d do away with borders entirely, if it were up to me…
A memory of Keys... this makes me smile Alex; did I ever tell you one of the reasons we moved to France was because we held keys for so many properties in Ireland, friends, family, clients etc... we were tired of the responsibility they held. We wanted just one key each, preferably one that would rarely have to be used, we were hopeful, we'd been told that here, in La France Profonde' there was no necessity to lock up every time we left the house. Not so as it turns out but in twenty years much has changed... and of course, we now have just as many keys, friends, family and clients and for me, for too many of those years schools also!
It seems we are bound by the nature of our lives to bear this burden!
I hope your evening is lit by that beautiful light only deep snowfall can provide!
Interestingly, as I continue to catch up with replying, yesterday I found a giant bunch of keys in the workshop downstairs... Some are old and big, others newer. No idea what doors they fit but I'm determined to make them into something, decoration for the garden, maybe.
I absolutely get that irritation at the burden of keys, too. I keep mine in my backpack, rather than my pocket. If we're out in the village, collecting Ailsa for example, we rarely lock the door, but if we leave, we do. The neighbours here are highly observant (haha, this works both ways!), and there is always someone watching... I've grown accustomed to this, but it sometimes does feel a bit like a zoo.
It never ceases to amaze me how we can leave our doors unlocked here! Can you imagine doing so back in the UK? Even in Ireland it was a risk! Although I have to admit, old habits die hard, William is fanatical about locking the door… I am berated by him often for forgetting!
You will have to post some photos of your garden creation Alex, Id love to see!