Lately London has been like a weight on my senses. It's so loud all the time, always sirens or children screaming or cars revving or that sound of fast trains that go by so suddently, it makes your heart pound in that one half-second you consider them coming off the tracks. I've been so overwhelmed by it lately I feel an urge to put my hands over my ears as I walk down the street. There's so much dirt and smells, and people. Always, so many people, and so much work to be done.
I realised that the last time I was in Yorkshire and in the real countryside was when I was getting married. Perhaps I am indeed romanticising it because of this association, perhaps I last saw Yorkshire at it's best and now London is looking at its worst. But I think not. I just need a break. On Sunday Andy and I went on a train a little bit further out from our home, not all the way north at all. Just the first bit of real countryside we get to. This enormous park has paths leading off it into the woods and we had a beautiful walk all around the fields and the trees for hours.
When we walked into the park I could feel my whole self relaxing, tension I didn't even know was there. The power of that is wonderful.
I still love London too, in it's own way. I love the view from Blackfriars train station, I love seeing sunset behind Tower Bridge. I love the way the Shard looms over and shines like a fantasy villain's tower. I love all the museums and being able to go to life drawing classes. But right now, I'd prefer sunset over the dales and only the trees to tower. In the meantime this trip to the park refreshed me, and I hope the pictures show that.
Skirt: charity shop
Jumper & tights: H&M
Shoes: New Look
Necklace New Look