Outdoors

The Countryside Life

Countryside Wellies

Countryside Sunrise

Home for me is in the countryside.

Or rather in the little town that I live in, just on the outskirts of Milton Keynes, that borders on the countryside. It is when I am able to look outside of my bedroom window and see trees, endless fields and wild animals flitting about both on the ground and in the sky. It is being able to walk five minutes from my house and be able to stand in a field, with buildings just about visible in the far off distance. It is having my wellies on while I trudge across a muddy patch of grass. It is being greeted by the neigh of my pony. It is having my cats curled up next to me or crawling around my feet.

Cat at my Feet

Countryside Views

It is the countryside smells, sights and sounds that I miss most when I’m back at uni. These simple things that don’t exist once I enter the city boundaries. Living in a city can be suffocating in more ways than one. A city never seems to rest, it doesn’t know how to be quiet, it doesn’t seem to have any wildlife other than the rats living inside the walls of my house or the pets that are shut up inside the houses and where ever you go you are surrounded by buildings, by human creations rather than by nature.

Countryside Wellies

Countryside Trees

If going to uni has taught me one thing, it has taught me that I’m a country girl through and through. I will choose muddy fields over highrise buildings, the birdsong over the car horns, quiet walks in the fresh air over bustling along in a crowd of people and in general the country over the city. Every. Single. Time.

Countryside Field Frost

“The real world, in my opinion, exists in the countryside, where Nature goes about her quiet business and brings us greatest pleasure.”
― Fennel Hudson, A Meaningful Life – Fennel’s Journal – No. 1

Countryside Pony

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