From time to time, its good to get some distance from Somerset.
I may have escaped London to return to the country, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t get a little bit tired of the same old landscape everyday.
Although there are some truly spectacular views to take in around the area, if you’ve lived here for the majority of your life the novelty starts to wear off, especially after you’ve done the same forest circuit for the 30th time. I’d like to say that my collie feels the same way, but I’m afraid that would be affording him a mite too much intelligence and memory.
Every time we set off on our usual morning walk across the fields, opposite to the cottage, I’m always amazed at the boundless enthusiasm and excitement with which he runs through each and every gate. Its as if each walk he takes is his very first and each field he dives into is an unexplored world of endless possibilities. Sometimes I wish I could adopt my dog’s mental stance on the world, but it can be difficult to do so when you wake up to the same view every day.
Whenever I find myself getting into a morose mood, much like the one that I found myself in a few days ago.
I try and get the upper hand on it straight away and take myself off to a distant land. Last time this happened, I spent 6 hours driving up to the Lake District – this time around, I thought I’d do a little less driving.
The Snowdonia National Park in Wales is just a 3 hour drive away from my home in Somerset, close enough to make a day trip out of and epic enough to feel like I’ve travelled further than the 130 or so miles I’ve actually driven. With the forecast warning of cold, windy weather I thought it best to pack two things: 1) My brand new Amelia Jane Black Fur Gilet, to keep me snug under my waterproof , and 2) A friend with an IQ higher than a toddlers, so that I could avoid any kind of accidental injury that usually comes along with my participation in any kind of physical activity.
The Gilet went straight on before I even packed any food, there’s nothing quite like cracking out a new piece of clothing that’s been lying in wait for some time.
This beauty was a Christmas present from my Mum; trust her to give me something so comfy yet practical. As I’ve mentioned before, it can be extremely challenging coaxing freelance creatives out of their comfortable caves, especially in the midst of Winter. Thankfully, I’ve developed a few tricks to help with the process, one of which involves baking goods and essentially using them as payment for a companionship. I’m not proud, but I’m not ashamed either – sometimes you’ve just got to do what you have got to do.
After setting out early in the morning, the dog (he doesn’t have a name, I know it’s weird but there you go) and I picked up James, a programmer, from his place in Street and we set out on our merry way to Snowdonia.
It was a long day of unbroken silences and thoughtful cake-eating sessions. James won’t mind me saying that he’s one of the quieter members of our clan, however he balances that out by being an exceptionally well prepared hiker. I may have brought cake by the kilo, but I overlooked bringing any kind of water, map or compass. Three things that are apparently kind of essential when it comes to hiking in the wilderness.
Losing ourselves in Snowdonia might have been fun, but I was glad to be able to navigate us safely back to the car. James seemed pleased with his payment of cake. Dog seemed as happy as if we’d walked across the field, but I guess it was my well being that we were really making the trip for anyway. When we returned back to the folding hills of Somerset, everything appeared much as we had left it and I was surprised to notice that I was OK with that.
Here’s to being OK!…