It's been a while since the last post. But then, I was on a holiday....
It was almost a five year plan. The visit to the UK to see the elder one and S-I-L.
The visa application had been downloaded so many times in the past. Filled in too. And just kept aside. I think the elder one did not take us seriously this year either. Especially when we had not submitted the papers and hardly a month left before our scheduled date of departure. She threatened to cancel her leave.
And when it finally did happen, it was one major rush. The passport with the visa arrived a week prior. The scramble for tickets. The volcanic ash almost playing spoilsport. The on and off airline strike. And then, suddenly, it happened. The whole family together after a very long time.
We were given a day to rest and then we were off to the countryside. Initially the camera had not a moment of rest. Until it appeared that every scene had to be captured. But how many?
A trip to Lake District, and we realise how Wordsworth, who lived here, might have been inspired. The poetry could have been spontaneous. But while he did pen down his words, I was only left speechless. The scenery so breathtaking.
While we were sad it ended, we were also glad to get back to the routine, however mundane it might be. I guess that is what keeps one going.
Groan, groan, another boring day...... another menu to think of ...getting ready to work.... until the next holiday.
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