It is such a wonder to live in a buzzing city, and yet have so much nature nearby. Last weekend we went and rented ourselves a little starter plot in the allotments down the road. It's right at the back, overlooking fields and the railway. I LOVE RAILWAYS. And fields. And allotments. Everyone there was so friendly and welcoming, dressed in wellies and grandfather caps like good old clichés. Our first job will be to build a compost bin, which hopefully we'll have time to do in a few weeks - just gotta finish a whole lotta bits at the house first.
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| Our new plot |
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| Mike and Rosemary, the allotments' leading lady |
We have also befriended a Wincheap terrier called Betsy. We take her on walks through the orchards nearby, where neat rows of apple trees climb up and down the hills under gentle afternoon sun. Betsy runs ahead, sniffing the bushes and nibbling at fallen fruit. My walking boots sink into the soft, muddy ground, and moody clouds scud across the wide open sky.
Sometimes, when I need a break from dizzying paint odours or swirling sanding dust, I nip outside to take a walk through Canterbury City Cemetery. Just a few minutes away, this vast cemetery stretches out into different sections and hidden glades, and old graves sit silently in the shade of old, lofty trees. It's green and quiet and peaceful, and such a joy to have for a neighbour.
So it doesn't matter if the house is messy and everything is topsy turvy. Because outside, everything is sweet.
And, because we have to have some pigeon action...
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| The speckled beauts of 8 St Dunstan's Terrace |
Majsa x
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