to flood back. At least that's how it always feels for me when I step down on to
the bricks, concrete, grass of my hometown in England.
It never changes, it is a feeling I've had for almost sixty years, each and
every time I've been fortunate enough to go home. I've lost count but think
it must be around fifty times I've 'crossed the pond' with England in my
sights. 'Going home' has been a very important part of all the travel I've done.
Seeing new places around the world has been wonderful, but heading back
to where I began is always the special trip. It's the one I need because loved
ones are there, thankfully still many in person, others gone but the sweet
memories of times with them come back to mind more clearly when I'm
treading the streets and lanes of childhood and teenage years.
I breathe differently. . . . . the sea air perhaps, along with the green
countryside, both give me a lift which feels like my true home.
View from our Torquay hotel room across Tor Bay to Paignton.
Torquay -- Princess Theatre & Victorian Fountain.
Thatcher Rock, Tor Bay.
Across the bay to the fishing town of Brixham where my father was born.
Torquay, Inner and Outer Harbours on a summer evening.
Inner Harbour, Torquay - St. John's Church.
Torquay rooftops and a sculptured frieze depicting
King Neptune and sea creatures.
Old and new buildings. . . . . . .of course you know which are my favorites.
Another view from the hotel.
We're now back from the road trip to Eastern North Carolina which was
really good despite my hesitancy in leaving home again so soon after an
overseas trip! I have a lot to do here and, after celebrating the
Fourth of July, followed by Bob's birthday on the fifth, I'm hoping to
catch up with everyone, write more posts on the UK trip, leave comments
on your posts etc.
Then there's the garden which has run wild and is longing for attention as
the rains apparently didn't come while we were away . . . . . but it looks
promising for the days ahead with some late day showers at least.
Enjoy Independence Day.