Someone asked me the other day if there was anything I really missed about living in England...had to think for a while actually.
Pick Your Own Strawberries I said...she looked at me and I had to explain that you can go into fields of strawberries and fill up your basket for a nominal amount of money...don't they sell them in shops then? They do...but it's fun picking them yourself...Oh, she said.
And you can go pea gleaning as well...when the pea fields have been harvested you can go and pick out the left-over pods...mad altogether, she replied.
I do miss browsing through bric-a-brac on 'antique' stalls in the town markets...suppose no-one owned much in the way of interesting odds and ends here in the rural West...what is for sale is highly priced now the sellers know the true or their imagined value for stuff...those huge iron pots which were once in every cottage, fetch ludicrous amounts. We already have a collection...mostly missing their lids or a leg...I plant flowers in them now.
Those pots we have were found...one was buried in the garden, others we've come across jammed into hedges...
But she couldn't see the attraction in ferreting about among old bits and pieces...whatever would you be wanting with those old yokes she said, when I showed her our collection of shoe lasts.
I miss waiting for hour upon hour in outpatients to be seen...and I miss the god-awful Doctors receptionist who would ask you what was wrong with you and then decide whether she considered it urgent...don't get that from Peege in our surgery...she just smiles and asks how're doing and tells me the 'flu vaccine is in if I want to avail of it...or tells me my hair looks nice...
I certainly don't miss the hustle and bustle and stink of beef-burgers and sun tan lotion when we go to the ocean...remembering the times we went to Cromer or Hunstanton and had to battle through crowds of shouty people with wailing children waving melting ice-cream cornets and falling out of their jellies...
We smell the sea now...that tangy salty smell...I can pick up bits of polished sea glass and pretty pebbles and watch the Atlantic surf crash waves upon the rocks...sometimes there are Dolphins close to the shore and dozens of rock pools with Sea Anemones and tiny fish in the clear waters...we consider it to be crowded when there are six cars in the car park...
I told my neighbour that as well but she asked about getting a nice cup of tea and I said we take a flask and a picnic and she said she wouldn't care for it...she'd rather go to Bundoran where there are amusement arcades and you can have a proper sit down in a cafe and a bit of a feed. I said we couldn't go there anyway 'cos of Millie...but they leave their dogs at home so she already thinks we're peculiar for taking Millie with us everywhere.
If I had to make a proper list of whatever it is I miss about England it would be awful short...the West of Ireland isn't perfect...public transport is abysmal...the public libraries are poorly stocked...we don't have holes in the roads, we have craters. No-one seems to give a fig about littering...and day to day living is expensive and becoming more so.
But would we go back to live in England...we wouldn't. This is our proper home...it's where we belong.