….AND WE’RE HOME! (SORT OF)
It’s been a pretty chaotic few months / weeks and having come out the other side, we are finally home. It’s hard to specify exactly where home is but, for now (or at least the next month) it’s where our suitcases sit. We are both from the UK and so the UK will always be where our hearts lie, however after sculpting a little life in Jersey that is home too and that is where we’ll be returning to in September. Thankfully, Jersey is just half an hour on a plane so a vast improvement on our Caribbean escapades. I feel as though I’m already getting myself ready for all the little rock munch. Check out my previous article on all our favourite Jersey spots: ‘Top 10 Places To Eat In Jersey’. I’ll be writing an updated post once we’ve sampled any new delights that have opened since we’ve been away, so watch this space.
Our travels have been colourful, exciting, incredible, chaotic at times but something we’ll never ever forget. However, for now at least we are going to give this ‘settling down’ thing a darn good go (we’ll see how long it lasts before we get itchy feet). Of course, being sat here in the UK I do find myself missing the palm life but I can’t help but soak up all that I’ve missed about being on home turf and I now possess a grander appreciation for the little things that make British life so charming.
Safe to say my soul is stamped as a country bumpkin, my brain is ex-city worshipper and my heart will be forever in a long term relationship with Caribbean island life.
I’ve written just a few points on what I am absolutely in awe of since arriving back to the UK and I’ll attempt to be as minimally stereotypical as possible. However, I’m looking at my points now and hate myself a little for having a ‘Tea’ section. I also feel it’s essential to note that Floyd is having an absolute blast since coming back and spends most of the day in a field and chasing ferocious leaves. Whenever we move, I always get asked about him and honestly, wherever we go, Floyd goes! We’d never leave that fluffy ginger spark plug anywhere, so never worry about the Firecracker, he’ll always be with us. Quite absurd really that a wild animal can be such a crucial member of the family and yet he really is.
I’m aware that this may sound so incredibly cliché but my goodness I’ve missed tea. There’s just something about a boiling hot climate that makes you want to reach for an ice-cold grapefruit ‘Ting’ over a steaming brewing blend. Now that I’m back though, I simply can’t resist a mug of my favourite. Just to make sure I was introduced back to my hearty brewed buddy in style, I visited the ‘Tregothnan Estate’ in Cornwall for a mug of the absolute finest… (I’ll be writing about my adventures to the West Country in the next post, stay tuned).
I’m a country girl at heart and coming back home to my family roots on the farm fills my soul (and lungs) with zest. We snuck home during the last part of summer and now it feels as though autumn is trying to creep in and kiss those luscious green leaves with a warming touch. The ever changing seasons are all part of the charm of the British Isles though. It seems funny to think how much you miss when you’ve been so far away. I definitely took for granted a good green British lawn, you know… the kind you can actually walk around barefoot on and maybe, just maybe on a good day, even have a picnic?
Dolph the goose leading the breakfast club…
Where’s the gargoyle?
This, I imagine, goes without saying: but missing family and friends haunts you on a regular basis when you live a long plane ride from home. However, it just means you soak them up all the more when you do return. During my stay here before heading back to the grand little rock of Jersey, I took a short excursion to Cornwall with a nice healthy chunk of family. As we’re so enormous, it’s hard to get everyone together all at the same time (even at Christmas time) but it was so much fun and full of exploration, activities, laughter and far too much cake. Meeting new people is always a super fun part of moving too but you simply will never be able to replace the friends that have been there all along no matter how far away we might be.
It’s always pretty amazing to be able to be part of such truly magical days too…
(Photo by Abigail White Photography)
I’ve truly missed bespoke little corners where you can treat yourself to a latté and whatever ‘cake of the day’ might be on display to tickle your fancy. The Brits sure do know how to make a fabulous cake. If your choice of caffeinated beverage is served in a dainty teacup or a big barrel shaped mug, all the better.
I dare say there’s been a time where I’ve demonstrated enough restraint to successfully walk past a cake display without reaching for a fork. So there you have it, my weakness, my sugar fed Achilles’ heel… CAKE! Certainly with my recent adventures to Cornwall, it goes without saying that a classic ‘Cream Tea’ is included in this section. Really though, who can actually resist? And more importantly… jam or cream first?
Yes, shopping. This sounds totally ridiculous I know but you take for granted those days when your favourite bra clasps at its last breathe (pardon the pun) and you can’t just nip to same shop you bought it from and simply replace it. That same rule really goes for any of your beloved clothing items, as on our little Caribbean islands there weren’t many places to buy all your favourites from. Of my friends, perhaps Zara, my Darling, I’ve missed you the most, possibly to the point of withdrawal symptoms and it may just take me a couple of years to make it up to you. ASOS, you beauty, I also haven’t forgotten about you either. It’s so nice to be able to wear things beyond a pair of short shorts and sand enveloped flip flops on a daily basis. Although it’s funny the things you end up buying when finally back on your home turf, thank you Topshop.
All that being said, I look back at our Caribbean adventure and miss it. I suppose what this post has really taught me is that the grass is not always greener on the other side. If you’re busy adventuring… then you miss the charm of home. If you’re home… then you miss the sparkle of living an adventure. I’m pretty sure we’ll spend the rest of our lives ensuring we always feel as though we’re drifting between the two.
You’ll notice here that the plan was to insert a lovely photo of us both. Instead, I’ve given you 6 incredibly average ones 🙂