Friday, February 11
Not if but when
When I passed my test everybody told me driving was synonymous with freedom. I could see the truth in that but I really wasn't feeling it. The day after fetching my brand new license I moved to England. Cambridge to be exact, a city with so many one way streets you can cross it quicker peddling leisurely on your pushbike than driving. And that 's just what I've been doing for the past ten years. Rain or shine :)
Just recently though, as I pile my groceries into my bike basket or when I am balancing my tripod on top of the very same I've been finding myself wishing for three pedals rather than two. Clutch, break and gas.
The Fenlands seen through a smudgy train window. Dreary for sure but I love those wide open skies.
Last weekend the other half and I bought our very first car. It was a friend's before and another friend's before that. So it feels a little like those wheels have been part of our extended family for a while already.
We took a four hour train journey out, spent a great weekend with the car's previous owner and returned on the motorway in just two.
The freedom thing? I finally get it now.
We're not even that far from the seaside you know :)
Warbonnet: Borrowed for photo
Cardi: Charity shop
Crochet blouse: vintage (clevernettle)
Skirt: H&M years ago