Bit of English Countryside
As of now, Harley and I are in the countryside of England, right up near the border of Wales. It’s a cute little town (practically a village) called Soudley and it has all the charm that you’d imagine the English country would; little brooks running through rose tangled cottages, sweet lanes with short wooden gates, ivy climbing in the trees and along classic stone walls- simply idyllic.
This was our second, and final, wwoofing farm before heading home, and we really, really lucked out. Our hosts were AMAZING, Deb and John, two truly spectacular people, and their two crazy Lurcher hounds, Ziggy and Patch, were such characters. We had a room in the house (no mouse/spider/ant riddled caravan this time!), chef-made meals three times a day and 5 hours of fairly easy work. We spent our days demolishing the weeds that had taken over their garden- no, their entire acreage. It was like the secret garden when we first arrived. You had to take care of where you walked because of the stinging nettles and you couldn’t even see where the beds were supposed to be, it was insanity! But slowly, we managed to clear away bed after bed. It’s almost become our own project, haha, I don’t want to leave, I want to finish it all! Now, whenever Har and I go for walks, we want to pull out all the plants. I’ve pulled out nettles with my bare hands... which was stupid. Did you know that they can actually make your fingers numb?
Deb is a professional raw food chef and these past 11 days have almost been like a detox from disgusting backpacker meals. We get a snack at 11 (she calls it, 11’sies) of smoothies and lunch of big salads and sometimes a sandwich, then supper which can be anything from vegan burritos to kelp noodles. The things she could do with food makes me speechless!
Tomorrow we are back to London where our Euro trip will come to an end. It can’t be possible, it’s already gone? What’s with time? I swear, it was yesterday that I was nervous and excited, getting on a plane, trying to prepare myself for things I couldn’t, trying to wrap my head around saying goodbye to the people I loved for months, trying to forget that it would ever end...
Well, I’ll write a final post when I’m in London, before I fly home.