I guess I’m not technically IN the countryside, despite the fields and farms I see from one of my bedroom windows. The other windows of our house reveal the crush of neighbors, their tiny efficient cars wedged together in front of the squeezed and stacked homes of these suburban English developments. (And that’s “spacious” compared to the residences of the town centre.)
A nearby rooster crows through a cracked window. The bedroom needs a breath of fresh air, since I’ve set up camp here after a nasty fall this weekend. Well, the fall wasn’t so nasty, it was just a few stair steps, but the resulting lumbar contusion that left me unable to walk upright certainly was.
I am now vertical with the help of some pain relievers, most of the time, but find myself much more comfortable in a reclined or side-lying position, with something from Netflix playing on my iPad. I just finished Orange is the New Black. Any other recommendations?
Anyhoo. The weekend was fabulous prior to The Incident. We lounged with friends, went to a birthday party, went out for dinner (without the kids!). We went to Bressingham Steam & Gardens as a family and enjoyed a lovely evening in the back yard, then… the fun ended.
My favorite part may have been our spontaneous decision to drive through the countryside to find a rolling rapeseed field to photograph (the kids had fallen asleep!). I’ve snapped the shocking yellow fields on Instagram a time or two, but those shots don’t convey the captivating feeling of the grand swaths of bright yellow on the horizon. I couldn’t help but stop for a shot of this iconic phone booth-turned-book exchange in Great Livermere, too.
Stay tuned for more on Bressingham. You haven’t seen happy until you’ve seen a three-year-old train enthusiast board a working narrow gauge steam train!