Out in the Fields
I have just witnessed one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen.
I live in a small village just outside Oxford. I was born here and I know that someday soon I am going to have to move away. To buy a house in this area is definitely not within our means. So over the last few weeks I have begun my honest attempt to document the places that hold a very special place in my heart. This I have done with only a limited success so far.
So, after having a huge flair-up with my darling wife I stormed out of the house without either of my cameras. I strolled up into the barley fields (I think) behind where we live, and sat feeling sorry for myself (by which I mean that I debated by how much I was a complete plonker!). The sight before me was one that only God could design. The pale yellow of the sun drifting over the barley corn. The long shadows cast by the old farm buildings (now converted into band practice/recording studios). The shimmer of the lake in the distance.
This was true bliss. Except, that there were two things wrong with this scene, a bitter-sweet footnote if you like.
Firstly, I gave up smoking on about 8 Jan of this year. By my rough calculations that’s about 170 days without a fag. And, yep - you guessed it I had finally tripped up! As I reflected on my beautiful surroundings I couldn’t stop being angry with myself for my rash actions. The scale of my stupidity is truly overwhelming.
The second thing was that usually I get to go or these evening walks with my wife, who I had just been totally unfair with. You know out in the fields I was really missing her.
What a great start to my new blog! What a real Muppet!