I FINALLY get to write about our summer vacation. We went to Bath (by car), and we stayed in two different hotels on the way and in Bath (well, Batheaston), we stayed in a lovely cottage. It was the first vacation with family members missing (my two now adult sisters). Well, I love long trips, I love reading in the car, listening to music, falling asleep and just relaxing the whole time. And it’s sometimes even beautiful to drive around. Every time I’ve been to England (like four times now) it has been sunny most of the time. Rainy England? I don’t know it. England’s weather presents itself rather goodly when I visit.
Uhm, now, how should I continue? There is a lot about that week I won’t publish – it would be simply too much! I tried to choose the best photographs … Well, our cottage. I loved it, especially the big window in the living room. And I loved the breakfasts. I really did. Somehow, when I think of that vacation, I smell coffee and bread with jam. Or the brilliant black tea. My goodness. They HAVE to export that to Germany. Well, you may know or not, that in the Romans were having their Roman Baths in Bath( Haha, this sounds so stupid), because there are England’s only hot springs. Of course we visited it – it’s the reason Bath is so popular and the reason for all the tourists – but we didn’t visit it in the afternoon (we would have had to wait hours) but in the evening. Only few visitors were there and the lights went on and it was amazing. My dad and I even joked around with the sign…Don’t mind the bad quality, like I said it was getting late and less light means less quality. We walked around after that visit and passed by the cathedral. In reality, one was not able to see the colors of the lights. But as I took a photo, I was surprised. On one morning (the night had been terrible, I hardly slept because of no reason I couldn’t fall asleep) I sneaked out and walked up the hill (5am) and I took pictures as the sun came up. Unfortunately the trees were in the way, but the clouds went pink anyway.And one day we went to Castle Combe. That is such a cute village, so old and charming and everything, with a little church, a place to shop cake, a café… Lovely.Last but not least: The cathedral. When we entered, there was this creepy organ music, if it’s worth to be called music at all. Must have been some so called ‘modern’ stuff’, but honestly, to me it sounded like a mad person rolling the head over the keys. But as it stopped, we began to enjoy our visit.I’m glad I finally found some time to publish this!
This post has to be read as a continuance of the old houses stuff, because I took these pictures yesterday on the same trip but considered them as a separate topic. What is this about? A field, a horse, and a lonely me walking through that fog. Awesome. It’s February but there are buds already! Yeah! Let’s just hope they wont be killed by some cold air until it’s spring. I found these while I photographed one of the buildings you can see here. I was – again – standing on a ground about which I wasn’t sure: Was I even allowed to stand there? I must say that I went pretty much ‘bad-ass’ yesterday. But … how far would you go for a picture? Hm…As I walked and walked, I found a sign of human beings out there: a ladder. Yay, I’m not alone on this planet … :DWell, I could have added this one to the old-houses article but I don’t know why, but I rather put it here. Can somebody tell me why I find this picture interesting? When I first walked over the field, I noticed these birds … and there were deers as well, but they ran of as I took pictures of the flying beauties. The reason why I walked so far in the first place weren’t any animals, but this cute hide. So I did something forbidden again, I climbed that ladder just to learn that the door upstairs was locked. And when I showed the pictures to my brother, he told me that only hunters should be up there … ups! But I don’t think that it is hunting season right now. Now, ladies and gentlemen, I represent you my village’s very oldest tree! Haha! Some say its a few hundred years old, others even claim that it must be over a thousand. But who knows, we all are not that old, are we? We could only tell if somebody cut that tree but we don’t want to kill the pride of our village!Hihi, that’s me. I can tell you a story about that bandeau. My friend has one just like this and I fell in love with it. Not that I usually copy other people’s style but I simply wanted one just like that. I told my sister and one evening, she just came into my room, held this one up and said: “Look, I made you this, here you go, take it.” I was like “What?” because I was surprised and very thankful!
What is the last thing you were thankful for? Let me know! :D
I told you in the previous article, that one of the old buildings is a special one. I can’t tell why. It’s for sale and empty and bedraggled. I usually don’t sneak around other people’s properties but this one was … and exception. It’s got two apartments. One half is blue, the other some kind of yellow or orange. It’s the Number 30 of our village’s main street and on my way back home, I couldn’t resist to take a look in the backyard.And the front walls were nice to watch as well.As you can see, the front door is open. I had to go inside. Don’t worry, the next door was locked, so I could only take pictures of the tiny first room.Well, that’s why I wanted to show you the house number 30. I liked being around there, okay, I don’t know if I was allowed to do that but I saw no sign saying otherwise so… I just wanted my pictures. Haha. It was a little bit of an adventure.