So I have been here for over six months now and am beginning to explore and feel some attachment to where I live. A good sign is that I am wanting to go out wih my camera but am not still so struck enough to wake at 4.00 am to capture what is before me.
But it is not home, although it is both beautiful and different and I know that I can never feel what I felt for the woods, moorland and streams of Cardinham.
Is that me just being bloody minded and difficult or is it possible to love a place so deeply that all we feel for anywhere new is an echo of what we once had?
