Postcard from Weardale
We've just come back from a fabulous week in County Durham, where as you can see the weather was kind to us. However, you can't tell from the idyllic looking picture that the wind's breath at the top of Weardale contains a warning that winter's never far away.
30 years ago NAH and I moved away from this kind of scenery to start our married life together down south. Since then we've had good, bad and unexpected times which I wouldn't change for the world, but the pull of the north has always been there at the back of my mind.
So last week was a bit of a test - was my homesickness for the north east simply part of my imagination or for real? I'd say on balance it's for real because I didn't feel like we were on holiday. We'd simply gone home instead.
I'm not from the area, but it's the only place I've ever felt at home. Elizabeth and Mark have blogged much more eloquently on this subject than I can and they've given me much to ponder over the past 18 months. A number of our friends have moved away in the last couple of years and I've become quite unsettled in the process. Is Chippenham my home, or is it somewhere else? And if somewhere else isn't achievable, can I ever make Chippenham feel like it is my home?
NAH wisely says home is where we make it and whilst my head's in agreement with him, my heart's not so sure...