A Photo Collection

I’ve had a draft of this post written for a while, but for some reason I could never find the ‘right’ time to post it. It’s a collection of photos from home, Tattershall, the village where I moved to at the age of nine, and where my parents still live. Because I’ve been studying and working abroad, I still haven’t really moved out of my parents’ home (like a lot of people in their 20s these days!) and it’s somewhere that me, my brother and sisters always come back to.

When I’m back in Tattershall, one of my favourite things is to take my dog for a walk in the fields, by the castle and the church.  Here, it feels like you have completely left the village behind – in fact, when it’s quiet, you could be the only person in the world. It is a vast, open area of fenland, made up of ditches, high grass banks and lakes.

I first started regularly walking my dog there when I was in a period of unemployment which lasted for several months. Getting outside with my dog felt like a relief and an escape from the tedious and depressing situation of constant job applications and rejections. I enjoyed getting in touch with the nature around me. I saw a beauty in the place that I had found hard to see when I was a teenager growing up there. The fens of Lincolnshire can look bleak and dreary, but they can also look striking, open, and, in a unique way, beautiful. It’s all about perception. In my photos, I tried to capture the beauty that I saw. Over a year, I captured Tattershall in all seasons and weathers. It never seemed to look the same.

I am currently in Tattershall and just today, I took my dog for a walk in the September sunshine. We were making the most of the sun and late summer warmth while we still have it. In a week or so, I will be moving away from Tattershall to start a PGCE course in London. So, before I go, it seems like the right time to post this photo collection. I hope you enjoy it 🙂

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Acclimatising

Location map of Great Britain and Ireland, wit...
From sunny Spain to not-so-sunny Britain (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I haven’t been writing as regularly as I would have liked, but in the last two weeks I have gone through a mega upheaval as I left sunny Spain to return (in what is intended to be a permanent move) to the UK. Following this was a 5-day placement volunteering in a British primary school, a requirement before I start the PGCE course in September. I am also trying to move back in to a room which is too small for all the things I have acquired over the last few years whilst I have been moving around from place to place. Knowing that I will be moving away again soon (to London), I am currently living out of two suitcases and trying desperately to clear out what I can to make life easier for the impending move Down South. Meanwhile I am also adjusting to the British summer weather i.e. severe lack of sunshine (the things that haven’t moved from my suitcase at all are my summery clothes, open-toed sandals – don’t actually know when I’ll be using them again if this ‘wettest-summer-on-record’ continues!) I’ve even brought out my cardies, slippers and jeans – things that two weeks ago would have broken me out in a sweat just thinking about.

Still, as ‘Life is Beautiful’ is all about appreciating the positive things in life, there is a lot to celebrate about the move back to England. No more constant smothering myself in sun cream. No more jokes about being a ‘gamba’ (prawn) for my pale-but-goes-red-in-the-sun British skin. No more massacring the Spanish language every time I open my mouth. I’ve been reunited with my favourite British foods (Yorkshire Puddings have never tasted so good!) I’m back in my tiny but peaceful Lincolnshire village. And most importantly I’m close to my family and friends, and I’m back where I feel happy and comfortable.

A traditional Sunday roast: roast beef, vegeta...
Happily reunited with British food! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Finally, I feel that I can’t finish the post without a brief comment on the 5-day primary school placement. After nearly two years experience working with children of various other nationalities, I was interested to see what it would be like teaching British kids. And I was surprised to find that it is pretty much exactly the same, except for the fact they understand everything you say (which actually freaked me out a bit!) I got asked the same questions as I usually do by foreign kids: Do you have a boyfriend? and by the same kid two days later, You mean, you still don’t have a boyfriend?!, and even, most surprisingly, Which country do you come from? (!)

So, after that placement, my work is over until September, and it’s time to relax and enjoy the summer. There’s lots coming up: a trip to London to see Wicked, a much-needed massage and facial, flat hunting in London, and the Olympics… Watch this space 🙂