Time does fly doesn’t it? It was a little unreal returning to England again last Monday. In one way it seemed like only a second since I finished my exams, but in another I felt a weird distance from it all on my return. In just a month since my initial departure I had moved to a new place, started a new job and met new people, and so university seemed like a lifetime ago. I flew early in the morning from Flesland to Gatwick and took the train to Kings Lynn in Norfolk where my family were waiting for me, as they had travelled down a few days earlier. It was fantastic seeing particularly my grandpa and my aunt Carolyn again, it had been far faaar too long. After picking me up from the station we went for a cool refreshing drink and a catch up in a cafe next to a metal fish drying rack art piece, before walking around the town looking at old pretty buildings and placards with flooding levels from past years.
We didn’t spend too long in Kings Lynn before heading home to the beautiful cottage we had rented for the week. And oh my, did my Mum do well for finding this little gem! A beautiful hidden secrete, a sandy coloured stone-bricked house with bright blue framed windows and doors, surrounded by lavender bushes and pretty garden flowers. Tucked away between fields and forests, at the bottom of a tiny country gravel lane. In the day the sound of birds and insects, at night the sound of deer cries and owls. Otherwise it’s completely soul soothingly silent. In addition to this it had a tennis court and a sauna (!!!??).