Since Marcin and I moved to the UK to live here permanently, exploring this incredible island was always on the agenda. We have bravely took our first car – a white Volkswagen polo G40 – on a numerous trips around. During the ten years of living here, we have visited Devon, Scotland (4 times), Cornwall, Cotswold. Isle of Wight (few times) and many many towns, not mentioning exploring the National Trust properties across England. Our recent trip to York has proven that the United Kingdom has some hidden gems and you do not really need to spend a fortune to see incredible places.
The smell of roses hit my nostrils before I saw it – perfectly designed and hidden away, easily accessible and incredibly enjoyable rose garden. It shares space with the view over the lake, hidden on it’s site. Each corner hosts a bench you can sit on and rest, drinking the incredible smell of roses and enjoying their rainbow colours.
The top of Gloucester cathedral was surprisingly spacious. The roof was padded with steel sheets and surrounded by pointy towers. We could freely walk around, guarded by metal barriers on one side and rocky fences on the other – the centre of the roof was inaccessible. I looked down at the town stretching below. There was no end to it on any side of the square roof.
The inside of the cathedral was surprisingly spacious and incredibly soft. You can easily get lost in small and narrow spaces behind the main altar. You can rest on a bench in the middle of the building, in the lovely garden, with lavishly green grass and the blue sky above you. Close your eyes when sitting on the bench, and listen to the silence, ruined only by the wind playing with the fountain.
A thick cloud was hanging over the rock of Gibraltar. Its greyness made the rock looking heavier, more awkward. The sea below lost its deep blue colour. From the top of the rock you could see all ships mooring in the bay. They looked like slowly sinking into deep water. The sun we had during our first week in Spain has decided to take a day off. Today I missed it more than ever.
Border crossing went smoothly. The border guard looked at our passports and did not even blink. Within few minutes we were back in the UK; looking at the rock from a different perspective.
Today I am feeling like packing my bags, leaving my job and going away. No plan, no destination. Free myself from responsibility. Make my life a little less purposeful and defiantly more fun. In some ways travel gives me that freedom, but it is a temporary freedom. I am always back to square one – back to reality, with bills, work, same people every day, same routine. Breaking this routine would be brave and freeing at the same time. Breaking this routine would be much more fun than I have at the moment. And recently the “fun factor” became much more important than trying to fit into the life the majority people live or dream about living. The so called “normal”.