Early 2020
"Where are you from?"
An oft asked question, but how exactly I'm supposed to answer it.... i just don't know.
Literally, we have moved from another area of Scotland. Yet as soon as I open my mouth it is fairly obvious that I'm not from anywhere north of the border!
Twelve years together on the suburban edges of a northern English city and altogether I had logged up twenty one years of floating around. But I am not From there.
Wales for six years very happy years before that, but I am not Welsh.
Four years in a southern English county left no rolling lilt to my voice.
Outskirts of a south west city for another four years left no imprint.
But south eastern counties and London might, all that impressionable late teens and twenties......
East Anglian? Do I sound like a Bernard Matthew's advert? Not unless my brother is somewhere close by.
The Pennines left their mark, within my emotions but ask about my Mug, Rug or Cup and it's swiftly apparent that I don't have an ounce of Westmorland left in my body.
So where Am I from then? I've found the only practical answer to this question is: " We've both moved round a lot, in our childhoods and as adults. Put it this way, this is my 28th bedroom"
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I love seeing where people have chosen to call home and these larch were snapped about twelve miles away in a hidden away and almost a Retreat of a home. The cafe itself is now closed, but the owners welcomed us in.
Quite beautiful.
Utterly rejuvenating.
Hopefully one day it will be open to the public again, but if not then I quite understand.
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Literally, we have moved from another area of Scotland. Yet as soon as I open my mouth it is fairly obvious that I'm not from anywhere north of the border!
Twelve years together on the suburban edges of a northern English city and altogether I had logged up twenty one years of floating around. But I am not From there.
Wales for six years very happy years before that, but I am not Welsh.
Four years in a southern English county left no rolling lilt to my voice.
Outskirts of a south west city for another four years left no imprint.
But south eastern counties and London might, all that impressionable late teens and twenties......
East Anglian? Do I sound like a Bernard Matthew's advert? Not unless my brother is somewhere close by.
The Pennines left their mark, within my emotions but ask about my Mug, Rug or Cup and it's swiftly apparent that I don't have an ounce of Westmorland left in my body.
So where Am I from then? I've found the only practical answer to this question is: " We've both moved round a lot, in our childhoods and as adults. Put it this way, this is my 28th bedroom"
.
.
I love seeing where people have chosen to call home and these larch were snapped about twelve miles away in a hidden away and almost a Retreat of a home. The cafe itself is now closed, but the owners welcomed us in.
Quite beautiful.
Utterly rejuvenating.
Hopefully one day it will be open to the public again, but if not then I quite understand.
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