Postcard from England

We made it! I am sitting on the top floor of our hotel watching the sun set in a glow of rose over the sky-pierce of a cathedral tower and the glimmer glow of several dozen apartment windows (with flowers in them it might be mentioned). We got in at six in the morning and haven’t slept yet, though during the bio movie at the Dickens house, we nearly all succumbed. We’ve tromped up and down these cobbles- one day in London, so we crammed it with as much as we could. Shook paws with the lions in Trafalgar Square, stared Big Ben in his golden face, pattered over London Bridge as rain etched the Thames, and collapsed for a superb cappucino and apple almond tart at a cafe near Covent Garden. We’re having the time of our lives.

There is a tang to travel, a sharp, unadulterated thrill that never fails to zip through me on my first day in the slightly strange wind of a new place. I have always avowed my love of a good journey because it pops me out of the little box of my particular place out into the myriad world of what God has created and thought and laughed into an existence so much bigger than mine. It always comes though, with a moment of panic. Strange to admit, I know. On the plane last night, I had that feeling of free-fall, that parachuteless night hour that acompanies every adventure, in which I am convinced, just for an instant, that home is a much more reasonable place to be. My love of travel has always been accompanied by fear-therein lies its tang, its allure, its treasure. It’s good to love what is familiar, and good to remember it, and good to be reminded of the vastness of all that lies beyond it. If I ever travel without a little terror, I think it will mean I’m getting crusty and grey.

I’m pretty thoroughly into the exhilaration now – tomorrow we see Westminster Abbey and the Pre-Raphaelite collection at the Tate (something I’ve longed to set eyes upon for years), and then take off for the Lake District. Sleep is in the plans at some point too, which is why I must leave you and wish you the most excellent of nights from my perch on a London rooftop.

Goodnight.

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6 responses to “Postcard from England

  1. Patty Yellis

    Dear Sarah,

    Please enjoy tea time with a lovely pot of real tea and think of me! I love hearing about your English adventure. It reminds me of that book that I showed you “Where the Heather Grows’ – the tale of a family adventuring to the sights they discovered through the English authors they had read. I wonder if A. Ransome is on your list – “Swallows and Amazons”,etc.

    Blessings,
    Patty

    P.S. That sentence about feeling of free-fall really captures the essence of travel for me. But I have loved pushing through that bit of fear and seeing new places though knowing home is best.

  2. Hello, Sarah!

    I’m glad to hear that your family made it to England safely. It sounds like you guys don’t let a little jet lag and travel fatigue get in the way of enjoying the day! 🙂 Good for you!

    I didn’t realize others had the free-fall feeling. That’s nice to know! 🙂

    God bless you!

    In Christ,

    Esther

  3. Oh Sarah,

    I’m so glad you made it over here safe and well, and are having a good time. I’m also very thankful that the weather is truly gorgeous for you all.

    It is such a joy to know that two of my very favourite authors are travelling around my country….oh how I wish I could join you!

    Sue

  4. Oh Gracious! A postcard has arrived!! Put on the kettle and make me a place . . . I’ve got mail to read! : )

    Lovely . . . simply lovely. (Dear me, I am coveting that apple tart ~~ shame on me.)

    Tate Gallery coming in the next installment? Oh do spill all the delicious details for a fellow lover of PR art who longs to see the actual works rather than all the copies spilling from the corners of this cottage (they truly do put those luscious renderings on just about everything imaginable from tape dispenser to journal to bookmark).

    Thanks for the treat! : )

    XO~~Debbie

  5. Beth M

    I’m glad we can at least travel vicariously through you all, though coveting is a problem for me as well, and more than the apple tart! I’m sure your week will be fun and memory filled to say the least. Call me when you get back, I have a great idea!
    Love & prayers for safe and blissful travel,
    Beth Martinez

  6. I can’t wait to hear more about your journey. 🙂

    Stephanie has started a new blog and after reading just the first few posts, I have decided she writes just like you do.

    That’s a compliment, too.

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