During my cruise around the British Isles last year we took bus rides out into the countryside of Ireland, Scotland and England. These photos and your prompts come together in the following poem:
In my dreams I envision a place
A village nestled in the countryside
Far removed from the rush about pace
Of everyday life.
I sit in my garden, sipping my tea
And the villagers nod as they pass
Some stop by to chat with me
On happenings, this and that
The summer days are slow and warm
The sheep graze on the hill
And if this was the place where I was born
I know I’d be there still.
– pc 2014
A recent daily prompt was to imagine building a magic tunnel. Where would it lead to? I didn’t finish it because the appliances in my house, specifically the air conditioner and the freezer both bit the dust on the same day and thre us for a loop. The topic, however, meshed nicely with the writing challenge.
Of Hedgerows and Tea
Another outcome of my cruise around the British Isles last summer is that I know exactly where my tunnel will lead. It will lead directly to a small English village located in the pastoral countryside, but not too far from London. This quiet little village will be my refuge from the complications and stresses of everyday life. It will be where I go to rest, to write, to find my muse and refuel my imagination. Once this is achieved, having London nearby will provide for cultural and leisure activities. It’s not far from South Hampton where the magic cruise ships await to whisk us off to see the world.
I plan to have many good years there, but the inevitable will eventually happen and my cottage in the village will become my final.refuge. As I grow older my capabilities will decrease as the PD robs me of movement and other things too scary to contemplate at this point in my life. So I will spend my remaining days in the garden, sipping tea and finding joy in just being.
However, as we have allowed for the possibility of a magic tunnel, the door to a cure for PD is open, we have all the money we need to live comfortably in our cottage , to take cruises whenever we are bitten by the travel bug, and we will live well past 100 healthy years. Now that is my kind of magic!