I was told that my last blog entry was boring, and I fully agree. I've allowed work to take over my life, again. It was quite a relief to leave Friday night, sitting on the night bus I realised just how tired I was. Sad to see that I keep making the same mistakes.
Got up early Saturday, and I was glad I had been convinced to go out hiking again. The hike itself was cancelled at 11 but at least I got the chance to say goodbye to the amazing lady I've met here, she's just astonishing, doing ever so much. Continued hiking alone, went to Chanctonbury Ring that I've been planning to visit for a while now. The walk up the hill to get there was in itself reason enough to go. There's something about those old trees...
Got up the hill and walked over to Chanctonbury Ring. Met some nice people on the way there. The area around the ring was an amazing place, simply special, can't explain it. When C and I visited Uluru a couple of years ago (damn it's almost five years ago now! but that trip deepened a friendship I still value), I felt things I've never felt before. This was similar, although not at all that strong. I'm very glad I got the chance to see the place. I sat there for a while and then walked over to Cissbury Ring. I didn't plan on going there, so when I took photos of the map in the car I didn't include the Cissbury area, but I got the direction pointed out for me and it didn't seem that complicated. I surprised by the lack of signs but found my way there without problem. Probably gained an extra kilo of weight on the way there, it was really muddy :)
Cissbury Ring was more beautiful than Chanctonbury but didn't feel special in the same way. By then the sun had broken through the clouds and the sky was bright blue, pretty! And it's spring here, birds singing and snowdrops and occassional floodings of some roads. On the way from Cissbury Ring to Worthing station I saw the cutest house ever, high grass growing in front of it, run down in a way that just made it look really old. Broken windows, broken gate, just so lovely... Looked a hundred years older than the houses around it. I just couldn't help loving it.
Got up early Saturday, and I was glad I had been convinced to go out hiking again. The hike itself was cancelled at 11 but at least I got the chance to say goodbye to the amazing lady I've met here, she's just astonishing, doing ever so much. Continued hiking alone, went to Chanctonbury Ring that I've been planning to visit for a while now. The walk up the hill to get there was in itself reason enough to go. There's something about those old trees...
Got up the hill and walked over to Chanctonbury Ring. Met some nice people on the way there. The area around the ring was an amazing place, simply special, can't explain it. When C and I visited Uluru a couple of years ago (damn it's almost five years ago now! but that trip deepened a friendship I still value), I felt things I've never felt before. This was similar, although not at all that strong. I'm very glad I got the chance to see the place. I sat there for a while and then walked over to Cissbury Ring. I didn't plan on going there, so when I took photos of the map in the car I didn't include the Cissbury area, but I got the direction pointed out for me and it didn't seem that complicated. I surprised by the lack of signs but found my way there without problem. Probably gained an extra kilo of weight on the way there, it was really muddy :)
Cissbury Ring was more beautiful than Chanctonbury but didn't feel special in the same way. By then the sun had broken through the clouds and the sky was bright blue, pretty! And it's spring here, birds singing and snowdrops and occassional floodings of some roads. On the way from Cissbury Ring to Worthing station I saw the cutest house ever, high grass growing in front of it, run down in a way that just made it look really old. Broken windows, broken gate, just so lovely... Looked a hundred years older than the houses around it. I just couldn't help loving it.
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