tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955926066900660482.post735107697493239044..comments2023-08-19T11:00:35.435+01:00Comments on Under Wide English Skies: Going BackCatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588437065757203375noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955926066900660482.post-18022491896709935762018-05-26T23:48:40.108+01:002018-05-26T23:48:40.108+01:00On a sunny Saturday afternoon, resting for a bit a...On a sunny Saturday afternoon, resting for a bit after working in the garden most of the day, I came to your blog. I've been following you on Instagram for awhile now. I've enjoyed reading about your boating trips in Scandinavia. We, too, have a small boat that we live on for a couple of weeks each summer, and take out on shorter weekend trips, as well. Your experiences with various shore facilities made me smile, and your post about refurbishing your boat with bright Scandinavian cushions and duvets made me grin. Much the same goes on here, although the islands we visit are generally uninhabited and lack opportunities to shop. <br />Instagram seems to have taken over blogging, which is a shame, for words are equally or more inspiring. Lorriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03653026442945027184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955926066900660482.post-39321863359793334152018-03-03T15:16:28.258+00:002018-03-03T15:16:28.258+00:00Glad you had a positive experience on your trip do...Glad you had a positive experience on your trip down memory lane that second time. I just find it strange how life can bring you back to a place you knew well and bring you face to face with another version of yourself. Interesting too. Thanks for coming by, Jenny.Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588437065757203375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955926066900660482.post-85422367815440487712018-02-19T19:05:51.656+00:002018-02-19T19:05:51.656+00:00I agree. I have mixed views on revisiting. Went ba...I agree. I have mixed views on revisiting. Went back to a place where I'd lived during my youth and it was so sad and run down, having been a cosy working class community then. But, recently I went to a place where I was very happy in my late teens and early 20s, and I was pleased to realise that there was a wonderful Victorian church there that I had never thought to visit when I actually lived there. It was a real treat to look around. I'd never have found it if I hadn't taken that trip down memory lane. Jenny Woolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16881781466502273314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955926066900660482.post-51572161350900864302018-01-27T16:55:08.319+00:002018-01-27T16:55:08.319+00:00They do say you should never go back, but you can ...They do say you should never go back, but you can revisit! Thank you, Barb and thank you for dropping by.Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588437065757203375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955926066900660482.post-31418603400508133612018-01-26T22:54:00.442+00:002018-01-26T22:54:00.442+00:00The saying is "you can't go home again&qu...The saying is "you can't go home again" but I believe you can as a different person. Lovely photos!Barbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984171407726520584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955926066900660482.post-83346511534691713792018-01-26T16:44:05.956+00:002018-01-26T16:44:05.956+00:00So, you know it well, too, Lucille. Such a lovely...So, you know it well, too, Lucille. Such a lovely village, and one of my favourite places in London. We all live so much in the present, and it's only when I find myself going back somewhere after a long time that the memories are triggered. Do you go back 10 years too? I keep thinking of letting it go, but sometimes I just want to write it down. If someone else reads it too, that's a bonus. <br /><br />I have decided to let my non de plume go as I will eventually link my new instagram account to my blog, one I have edited it. <br /><br />Lovely to hear from you again and will look out for you in Dulwich, and East Sussex, which is another favourite haunt.Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588437065757203375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955926066900660482.post-85664983081535954872018-01-26T14:21:51.435+00:002018-01-26T14:21:51.435+00:00Familiar territory indeed. I might have passed you...Familiar territory indeed. I might have passed you! I find it hard even to cast my mind back to the self I was when the boys were at school in the area, let alone to my pre-motherhood self. I tried to do it on a visit to Bristol but didn't really spark any real memories. Sometimes even the blog that goes back ten years now seems to record a distant life. Good to see you back though. I had to check who you were!Lucillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14414527658216916537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955926066900660482.post-6674791326686916312018-01-24T09:27:49.741+00:002018-01-24T09:27:49.741+00:00It’s been too long and almost too hard to pick up ...It’s been too long and almost too hard to pick up again but sometimes I just want to write it down. I didn’t grow up in Dulwich but lived in the area most of my 20s, an impressionable time with a lot going on.<br /><br />How lovely to see pictures of your childhood home with all the memories that invokes! Thank you for visiting,<br />Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588437065757203375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955926066900660482.post-30872085760318703602018-01-24T09:23:32.840+00:002018-01-24T09:23:32.840+00:00The past really is another country, Jenny and we c...The past really is another country, Jenny and we change so much as we go through life. Nice to meet with old friends thoughCatherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588437065757203375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955926066900660482.post-31056535897612145372018-01-23T21:43:16.418+00:002018-01-23T21:43:16.418+00:00It was so nice to see your blog on my dashboard, M...It was so nice to see your blog on my dashboard, Marianne. What a lovely place you come from. <br /><br />My brother made the trip home again a few years ago and although, much has changed, much remained the same. It had been over 50 years and the house that my grandfather built and we lived in was still there. He took pictures and I was so happy to see the house has weathered the years well. We moved when I was 12, but part of me still thinks of it as home because that is where the precious memories of childhood were made. I am a very sentimental person. Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06032033918798053005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955926066900660482.post-5998615694532325452018-01-23T15:18:59.367+00:002018-01-23T15:18:59.367+00:00Sometimes I find it hard to identify with my young...Sometimes I find it hard to identify with my young self and memories seem quite unreal. But I have a constant connection with some aspects of my past as my mother still lives in the house I grew up in and I regularly visit her. Both my husband and I in the last couple of years were looked-up by friends from years ago and it has been a journey to get to know them as they are today.Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01816796977553847916noreply@blogger.com