Today we had to go choose carpets for the new house and it mean driving within a few miles, so we took a detour to have a look. In less than a week it will actually be ours and we’re both very excited about it.
When you get near the house, what always strikes you is the silence.
The village is just a few miles from several busy towns and yet it’s as though none of that exists when you’re up there. As we arrived, it was just starting to snow, and we realized it was so quiet that we could actually hear the snow falling on our clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever heard snow before. In the distance, a cow was mooing and somewhere far behind us, we could hear one small bird tweeting, the sound carrying across the valley.
For me it’s a magical place.
My photos didn’t really turn out very well, but Phil took this video.
It’s hard for me to believe that this will be our home. I’ve traveled to, and lived in, some wonderful places, but I think each of us has that special place, that place where we feel most connected, where our soul seems to settle into itself. For me that’s the Yorkshire Dales and I feel incredibly privileged to have the opportunity to spend every day there.
What about you? Do you have a place like that? I’d love to hear about it if you do.