First of all, happy New Year! Happy 2016! Now of course the first thing you have to remember about the Christmas holidays is that you need to relax. After Christmas had passed by I had intended to start my school work and get it out of the way but then, as always, an opportunity arose to procrastinate and postpone the torturous work, as well as work off those mince pies. So the day after Boxing day my dad & I drove to the beautiful Wallington Hall. Driving up the road I saw people walking down by the river and felt most eager to do the same as I remembered walking down the same path with my Grandad almost 5 years ago when he still had the use of his legs. As I anticipated it was a lovely walk and was so peaceful- more so than I’d expected. The intention was to walk down to the river and then along to the stepping stones and then through the luscious walled garden back to the clock tower how this was made difficult to do because the stepping stones were just ever so slightly submerged…and I mean just a smidge. We turned back down the marshy path and instead followed the road and crossed over into the field to get back the house. It was a really nice day (aside from some cold soup) and I will treasure the memory.
At the start of the walk, Dad said to me, ‘Caitlin you’ll have to bare with me, I have a bad knee so you need to walk slower’. I however, replied saying that no matter how slow he would walk he’d still be in front of me because I would be taking lots of photos.
Speaking of photos, lets get on with this!
And now of course, because this is my first January 2016 post, it’s time for my Favourite Untranslatable Word: December 2015 (already weird…)
My favourite untranslatable December word- SAMAR, Arabic
This is a noun to embody ‘staying up late long after the sun has gone down and having an enjoyable time with friends’. I chose the word samar as it seemed appropriate for the current festive period as I highly suspect that many did this over the holiday season.
‘When you don’t notice the evening bleeding into the night, nor remember the fire changing from hot flames to barely there embers. When you talk for hours about nothing in particular, figure out the meaning of life, and likely drink too much to remember what it was the next morning.’ – Lost In Translation by Ella Frances Sanders.
I’m currently listening to- A Moment’s Grace by Boy & Bear
Until next time (and Happy New Year),