Thursday, 7 March 2013


I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker today to take part in Five Minute Friday where we write for five minutes without worrying whether it's just right - we just write.

Today's prompt is:


I walked from the aeroplane with a slight spring in my step, despite the 10 hours I'd spent flying and 3 hour transfers, despite the somewhat sad circumstances that had brought me here.  I felt the urge to rush, to plant feet firmly on solid ground, the solid ground of home.

Three weeks spent in my homeland.   I'd forgotten the way it smelled.  I imagine it sometimes.   The mingling of sheep sheared grass common land that is all earthy when the sun shines.  With the dew on the bracken, the birdsong that is early.  The distance heralds the waves lapping or sometimes just the heavens above and the beauty held in my eye.

I call Canada home now, but it is England that holds my heart.  I stood at the water's edge and breathed it all in, the rich hues of greens and browns, this still liquid waiting for a breath to stir it in to life before me.  No oar, no bird, no breeze to waken it that day.  I stood shoulder to shoulder with my sister, and knew all at once that only contentment that comes when we feel at home and it gladdened my heart.

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