I can’t believe it was the 19th of May that I returned to Blighty, it seems like an age since then.
I have done few of the things I had lined up for my return and many of the things I had not, for instance I have only been to one festival though I had lined up myself a good few more to attend, yet have been busy work-wise plus have been helping a fellow turn his pub into an art gallery.
There’s one thing I noticed about Cornwall is that the light is brighter. I thought it was my imagination until I was enlightened by a wonderful German fella called Chris who happens to be a photographer.
Chris said it’s because Cornwall is surrounded by sea, the water reflects light back at all angles in a way that you get such vivid light on the Greek islands, so whites are really white and blues radiate vibrancy. It also lifts the spirits but without you really knowing why, it’s just brighter.
I was missing the tropics so much that Streatham decided to chuck in a few parrots and voila, pretty polly here flew up into the branches above my head just by the Drewstead Road entrance to Tooting Common.
Apparently there are oodles of the critters around, I just don’t look up enough.
I arrived back to London on the morning of the 14th of Feb with nothing but a short sleeved shirt to keep the British winter out. I took a few of the blankets from the plane and wrapped myself up on the journey home looking like Clint Eastwood in my Ozzie hat and blankets.
Its not long before I was back into work mode with my head down, raising my head above water to look around and wake for a moment.
I decided to go to Cornwall to shake off this desire to work and frolic in the spring waves.
Then down to the the wye valley where the spring starts.