I’m sorry for neglecting you. I got caught up in the thing called life. Forgive me?
Sweet – so a catch-up is in order because my last posting was last year… like, the last quarter of last year, haha!
All is well! Life is relatively grand. I spent the holidays with my new family and learned many, many British Christmas traditions while introducing them to some of my American ones. I’ll throw something up on that later, though as I’m sure most of you don’t care all that much.
I promised photos from Stourhead National Park which I visited with my partner during my time off that week in October, so here they are!
P.S. If it looks familiar, it’s because it was used for a few scenes in Pride & Prejudice.
Robin Hood and Little John walkin’ through the forest
Laughin’ back and forth at what the other’ne has to say
Reminiscin’, This-‘n’-thattin’ havin’ such a good time
Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day
Instead of spending my Reading Week off from University reading (I did do some, I promise!), I spent it traveling about England with The Gent.
I am about to sound very American, so forgive me, but… I went to Nottingham… and freaking Sherwood Forest!!!!!
Please keep in mind that there was no lack of the animated Robin Hood (1973) in our house, let alone Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves and Robin Hood: Men in Tights when I was deemed “old enough” to watch them, so this was basically living out the childhood fantasy to visit said woods.
The Gent is a wonderful human being in that he not only took me to the woods (and may, or may not have skipped through them with me singing “oo-de-lally” and “there was a rich man from Nottingham…”), but he also took me to the church where Robin Hood and Maid Marian are said to have married. It’s like he likes me, or something *wink*.
Oh, but before that, a lot of important things happened: 1) I met The Gent’s parents AND his awesome kids! 2) I met one of his brother’s, his brother’s wife and their son! 3) I met his best friend and best friend’s fiancee. 4) He still likes me after over a week together 😉
Seriously though, everyone was fantastic and very welcoming, so I’m feeling exceedingly lucky!
His parents were amazing and even took us to Chatsworth House (watch Pride & Prejudice: 2005 and you’ll recognize it!) out in the Peak District: holy gracious, it’s gorgeous – they paint the window frames gold! – and my pictures do it absolutely no justice what-so-ever. There’s a lot more to see and do there, and I promise, I’ll post pictures next time we go!
Next Post: Stourhead Gardens!
Here’s something interesting for you: many people think the Pacific Northwest is only the territory from western Oregon up through western Vancouver, British Columbia. It’s not. The Pacific Northwest, AKA: PNW, covers Washington, Oregon, B.C., Idaho, and parts of Montana and California and Alaska.
These falls…oh, so much more I could have scrambled, but I left Angsty Teenager and the Greekanese at the trailhead by a stream and decided it would be rude to bail on them for more than an hour 🙂
Green Lake – I will see you soon.
I had this great plan for getting up super early, pre-dawn-style, hopping a ferry over to the Olympic Peninsula and adventuring through a trail system along a lake. That didn’t so much happen.
While everyone was taking the chance to #optoutside – something I do every Black Friday due to my extreme dislike of large crowds of insane people – I decided to check out a local Wildlife Refuge just down the road from my place.
“Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” John Muir
Back when I was a recalcitrant teenager living in southern California – I was angry having had to move in the middle of my Junior year from the lush, green and mountainous terrain of Washington to the brown…very brown valley of Temecula – I held a hatred of all things desert in my heart and mind. All I saw was varying shades of brown. In the mind’s eye of my teenage self, brown was a shade of evil and annoyance. I did not see the amazing shades that could be cast across those browns and tans and reds by a rising or setting sun. I did not see the power of the desert or the power of Mother Nature in a desert storm; in the survival of plant and animal life in something seemingly barren. Oh, yes. I was the angsty teenager who failed to see the beauty of the universe. Well, Universe, thank you for proving just how wrong that snotty teen was.
Colorado is beautiful, amazing, fantastic, gorgeous, and amazeballs (to steal the young people’s terminology). Continue reading