leeds docks
after almost a decade and a half i made the return. i moved north to become a southerner
saying good bye to leeds was hard, saying hello to clackmannan was easier.
going from the city back to the country was a move that was necessary and had been a long time in the arriving.
many people asked why, and many people still wonder why. and those are not questions i can fully articulate. they reasons are a mix of the emotional, political, and thrawnness.
maybe one day i’ll write about those, but for now let’s talk about the new.
since moving we have been living in a large (and fairly dilapidated) farm house, half a mile up a dirt track from the smallest village in the smallest county.
our house, for now..
it has been a major culture shock for A (not one that has been a struggle mind) but less so for me, having lived remotely before.
we got off to a stormy start having chosen to move the week that that the beast of the east arrived bringing the worst snows for nearly a decade, but the summer that followed was one of the best since my childhood.
making a move like this, where you uproot the stable and familiar to replace it with the unknown was always going to raise a serious case of introspection, but as i say, i’m still working that all through.
having now bought a house (we move at the end of october) what better time to share the images i have taken over the past 7 months, maybe they will give an insight into the introspection, or maybe they are just a story of time passing, new beginnings moving into the new familiar.
so please enjoy, and share your comments.
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