ENGLAND: 2
My time back in England, specifically Norwich is mostly lovely; enjoying the familiarity of the culture and the place itself, having an instant network of people to hang out with is very much appreciated. Catching what I imagined would be the tail-end of summer seems to drawing itself out for ages. A gardener friend Kathy looks out of her window worrying about the lack of the wet stuff and hopes that it will rain heavy for an hour and then drizzle constantly for a day so the soil will get a nice even supply of moisture it can deal with.
Well that’s exactly what we get for a day; something I’ve been fantasising about for months whilst in Central America.
Actually after a morning of hurrying around Norwich doing the busy busy whilst getting all sticky with wet and cold, the novelty soon wears off.
First week back from Havana, I hang out at Helen B’s which is lovely; quintessential English country garden, a caravan – hurrah for caravans! Dinner from the garden, apples on the tree, blackberries in the hedges. Re-acquaint myself with Mr. Perkins, Helen’s Welsh Cob pony; he pulls a cart for fun. He’s very friendly, especially if you bring him a carrot or even better a piece of chocolate. Scratch his neck and he’ll go all floppy lipped and soppy on you, grinning his pony grin at you. Daft bugger.
Hanging out here is lovely. It’s good to have Andy and Becky around here for extra company.
Richard Terry 