We managed a few outings over the weekend. Everything came slowly and at our own pace...a perfect weekend. Our only mishap was the attempt to get up to Box Hill. It seemed that every child in a 100 mile radius was attending the annual Easter Egg Hunt. No matter...it is close at hand and we will try again another day.
We popped into Banstead Common to give Tika a run around. It was a quiet spot with vistas as far as the eye could see. Thru the woods and peering into a family garden. It was a nice way to end the day.
Today was closer to home with a trip to Claremont Landscape Garden, a National Trust property. This spot is rich in garden history. 'In 1726 it was described as the noblest of any in Europe'. Much has changed since then but you can still glimpse a few areas of the garden that were magnificent features of the time, an island and pavilion, grotto, camellia terrace and more. Today we felt that we had it to ourselves, a welcome sight after our experience at Box Hill.
One long weekend down, another one to go in a few more days.
Every time I pass this house, I look over my shoulder and think...just one more. I feel joy with each glance. Mr. H and I pass this house every Saturday morning when we walk to town for the weekend papers. Walking in pace with another can be so revealing. I find that it is not so much the destination as the conversation along the way. Step by step you learn more and more.
A few posts ago I mentioned the winds of change (here). It seems, with each walk, the wind blow stronger. Your future is before you...ideas come forth, thoughts start to take shape, a plan needs to be developed. So, in the wee hours of this glorious Saturday morning, I have one question to ask you.
If you had one year left before you moved on to a new home, town or country, what would you do? How would you make the most of it? As always, your thoughts are most welcome and appreciated.