Devastating news. The Germans are leaving. It seems like they have always been here, and I cannot bear them leaving. Who will I argue with? Who can I discuss politics, fashion and art with now?! And who will put a smile on my face and listen when I'm feeling sad? Oh dear. However we are going to visit Clara and Daniela in Frankfurt this summer It is very exciting. Only three full days left until we leave for New York Excited but sad If only it could be further away, so that Daniela, Clara, Natalie and Chloe would stay and exams would be far away.

Oxford Street and China Town

China town Wrong station waterloo Clara chatted up in the queue Primark hunting Rude waitresses Japanese sweets Topshop Queues Red Bean Buns

Salisbury

the antique shop goldfish dressing gown costa coffee bakery the man in the cathedral the sleeping old lady the cathedral cat sitting on the grass cherry bakewell trashy girls on the bus stopping off in fordingbridge romantic walk along the beach and the absent lovers

Teach Me to Learn to Lose Myself

Yesterday Natalie came over after work We sat around staring into space And talked and talked We drank Cherryade It was time to go to Tesco to look at all the wonderful food We linked arms and walked fast to keep warm Along the way we saw Chloe She came with us on the journey We browsed the magazines and stared at all the exciting food Since beginning work at Tesco I've become really excited about food due to all the strange and delicious looking food that comes through the checkout Chloe had to go for dinner whilst Natalie and I picked ours out Felafels, rocket, iceberg lettuce and dark chocolate I also discovered some bargain felt tips and sketchpad for £1! We strolled home in the bitter cold, talking Then it was to the kitchen to create the salad masterpiece and dance to Bob Feta, Quorn, Rocket, Olives, sun dried tomatoes, pine kernels, felafels, rocket, lettuce, cucumber and Natalie's wonderful dressing We had fruity porridge for pud We watched The Beach which I had never seen the whole way through It made me think... We're doing Hedonism in Philosophy at the moment so it was good This morning we had a huge breakfast and a walk And talked for even longer Very honestly It was good... Healthy

For Natalie

Stourhead with Natalie Sorry! My computer broke down so I've lost all of my files etc . which is a bummer so I haven't written and published posts in a while.In half term Natalie and I went to Stourhead where part of the film Pride and Prejudice was shot. You know the scene! In the rain!

‘In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.' It absolutely chucked it down and there was hale too! Somehow it didn't seem quite so romantic as the film! If only Mr Darcy arrived to profess his undying love! Well, we did find our Mr Darcy inside the house. There was a picture of a sailor stranded on rocks at sea, being watched by an eagle. It was painted by Henry Thomson (1773-1843). I fell in love with that sailor! We stood there for at least 30 minutes looking at it and asking questions about it. There was also a poem written underneath by the poet James Thomson. You're not allowed to take photographs but I desperately wish I had. I guess if I go again I could perhaps sneak a picture! It would be weird if someone painted your picture and people still see you 200 years later. And admire you! We also went to the children's area and the lady dressed us up as servants!

The drive was beautiful!

Sometimes I like the journey more than the destination! Cruising along the winding roads, my stomach whirling as we fly up and down the rolling hills, clouds shadows smeared across the countryside.

I like to feel the wind in my hair

However on this journey it was far too chilly! I wound down the window slightly to feel the icy air prick against my skin, absorbing the countryside, imagining the men and women who had passed over the fields like the cloud, admiring their beauty as I did too. They're gone now

There is something so beautiful about British country that calms me

I daydream out the window down to the trees in a valley, yearning for a life living amongst the flora and fauna, picking berries for breakfast, sleeping under the shelter of a ancient oak tree.

When I was little and we drove to Wales, I would desperately wish to run away from everything and everyone, and live out in a valley.

I'd wash in the streams, weave a home from branches and mud, built in a tree. I would befriend the animals of the forest and drink nettle soup each evening buy a large fire, singing loudly and dancing wildly, my long wavy hair dancing too.

i would never be found by my parents, although they may wonder where i had gone.

this was a time when I also thought, when asked by relatives, hippy was a valid occupation.

How ridiculously naive this now sounds, although I miss this innocence of childhood. That anything is possible,

I try to cling onto it hopelessly getting further and further from childhood.

Adulthood frightens me. The cynicism the fear of loneliness, loosing imagination, being unable to occupy and entertain myself with games,

Anyway, on the journey back we stopped in Shaftesbury, the place where the Hovis advert was filmed on the cobbles,

We went to a bead shop where Natalie bought some to make a necklace for her mum

We went down the cobbled road which was really steep! the houses were lovely and i couldn't help but take quick snap of the window of this house. It looked so cosy and I loved the colours and lighting behind the lace curtains

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