Where have the days gone? Ten days of dancing and running around London and I’m ready to see green hills again. I don’t know what’s happened to me these days..I seem to have turned into a real old country bumpkin. I always love London when I first arrive and then after a few days I’m ready to leave again..must be the lovely Goan pace of life that I’ve got so used to and the sense of space that you never get in the city.
Anyway I went off to Wales with my scrummy man, for an idyllic few days walking, swimming and basking in the beautiful light and spectacular views. This is where I grew up – where we spent every weekend since I can remember and I still love it every time I go back. There’s something about the Welsh valleys that makes you feel so close to nature and the wilderness and the sea..who knows maybe one day I’ll end up living there.
In case you’re wondering, I have been working in between all these lovely little adventures..I’m not just permanently on holiday! I’ve been spending the weekdays at home in my studio in Worcestershire and then if I’m organised I can scurry off somewhere on Friday to make the most of the weekend. Because I mostly work alone I’m always dying to see people and go away somewhere and make the most of every last minute I still have here.
The thing about living abroad is that you always come home with new eyes and each time you return you see things differently and then you start to observe your own culture and country as though you’re looking at it from the outside, as a newcomer, and everything feels kind of new and exciting and beautiful. It’s one of the things I love most about travelling…it’s like falling in love all over again when your senses are alive. Of course if both are happening at the same time..well, then you’re in a place called heaven! So I’ve been observing our little island with my new eyes and wanting to discover as much as I can in the limited time I’m here. And then it’ll be back to India and the start of a new chapter and a whole load more discoveries.