- Sunday, 26 April 2015 -

Country girl confessions

Hello you lovely lot! This weekend marked my triumphant return back to bonny old England for my final semester of 2nd year. I stepped off the plane and breathed a heavy sigh of relief to have returned to civilisation - because for the past month I've been existing in a perpetual state of rurality, with shops scattered every 5 miles or so and a ratio where there's more cows than people. I went to bed this weekend drinking in the sounds of the city, practically vibrating with excitement that I could pop to the shops right now if I wanted to, a choice you never have when living in the country.

When you're from the country, going into town becomes an event - an escape from the humdrum happenings of provincial life. I remember as I teenager I yearned for a life lived in the town, the accessibility of it all. I eyed my fellow youths with envy as they strolled about the shops in packs, not having to be driven everywhere, literally having the world at their feet. But nope, I'm stuck at home in the middle of nowhere with fields as far as the eye can see. 

As a tight-knitted community, it's our duty to know everything about everyone; we make it our business to know everyone else's. Oh why yes, I have heard that Mary down the road is expecting and that Matthew Thomas just passed his driving test (albeit on his second go). I can recall the moment when I opened my GCSE results to discover I passed and on that very day, there came a crusade of congratulatory cards - because when you're living in the country, word travels fast.

You gain a certain amount of qualities and quirks when you live in the country, you develop a dialect all your own, as your speech becomes that little bit harsher and all the more inaudible, tractors are referred to as "her" and the answer to everything is "aye". We are a very resourceful bunch of people, having picked fruit for food and knowing how to gather eggs without getting pecked, we definitely aren't shy of a bit of hard work. 

I am and always will be a farmers daughter. I have many a memory ushering cows into fields and wincing every time my dad offered me freshly squeezed milk. My childhood primarily consists of me climbing clumsily over fences, picking apples off trees and being absolutely convinced that I could speak to animals. As an only child, making my own entertainment was expected, the outdoors was my playground and the animals, my friends. I'd spend hours frolicking in the fields going on adventures in the afternoon and then spend my balmy summer evenings fishing for tadpoles in a jam jar; life was good.

The sights, sounds and smells of the countryside are unmistakable - the luscious greenery that blankets fields upon fields, the hearty bleating of sheep, and of course the strong whiff in the air that tells you its silage season. I grew up surrounded by nature and am so thankful I have it to retreat to whenever my colourful city takes its tole; because you can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl.

  1. I love the countryside =]


  2. Aw I like this! My boyfriend's parents live in the country and whenever we go visit, it's like a whole other world to what I'm used to in London. It's lovely to get away and relax there though - it's so stressful here! Thanks for sharing :) xx

    Sophie Elizabeth

  3. Oh how wonderful!!

    Claire, this sounds like a dream!! You are a lucky little sausage to have the city at your fingertips but the countryside within your heart. Knowing you can escape to the quiet is such a valuable treasure, and you have a ready made (often too nosy) family within your community is really quite lovely too, theres something wonderful about being able to smile to familiar faces out and about. Doesn't happen too much these days, in the cities, does it?

    You enjoy the best of both worlds, my lovely : )

    Faded Windmills

  4. Even so I live in London I LOVE the countryside , hopefully in few years time my boyfriend and I will buy our countryside dream little house, have our own chickens running around, 2 or 3 cats , maybe few ducks and why not a sheep or two! and lets not forget growing our own vegs!! Both our dream.


  5. This post made me laugh (and feel a little teary). I lived in Largy, near Limavady, for the first few years of my life and spent all my childhood summers back there, and this post took me right back to spending long days out playing on our bikes, picking berries and making dens. I remember it was a big event "going into town" with everyone putting on something nice to wear so they could pile into my uncle's Land Rover and drive to the supermarket (and the chippy on the way home, if we were really lucky). It was always such a shock seeing so many people afters weeks out of the town - there are always more cows than people near my granny's house!

    Even now that I've lived in Scotland for years (and moved to Glasgow last year) I still find it funny the difference between the "townies" who are happy to go into the city centre wearing joggies with their hair scrapped back and my mum who still insists on putting on something nice to "come into the town".


  6. I totally get this. I grew up in a small village (less than 30 houses) and the nearest shop was a 20min drive away. I yearned for town/citylife. Now I live in cardiff (12yrs and counting) and, recently, have taken every opportunity to go home. As I'm getting older, I'm missing the quiet. Lisa x

  7. We moved out of town three years ago in February, and I think it's safe to say we all adore it. I have to admit however, I giggled a little when I was reading this, mostly because I can relate to how going to town becomes an event (we all make an effort to go on the journey), as if we've never seen it before haha! x


  8. Such a nice blog! Had to follow immediately:)
    Love, Sunny xX


  9. Ah this is gorgeous...I adore the way you write and explain things. I live up in Donegal and it's pretty much the same here; it's such a small town that everyone knows everything about everyone. But I wouldn't swap it, it's lovely :) xx

  10. This was such a beautifully worded piece. I'm from the suburbs but I think I'm an island girl myself, realised that after my recent trip!
    Love Hayley,
    Water Painted Dreams

  11. I love this post, it was so beautifully written! I grew up in the city and have consequently moved somewhere which is now in the countryside, so it's been a learning curve in terms of getting used to long walks, knowing the local bus timetables off by heart and hopping in Mum's car for a lift as and when I can but I do love it. The peace, the wildlife and the lovely people are definitely worth the long treks. Having said that though, I do love going back into the city and feeling that burst of energy again! Time will tell whether or not I'll move again, until then I'm taking tips from you and embracing country life! - Tasha

  12. Definitely couldnt tell that you are a country girl once your page displayed on my screen.
    All I did was doing mind screaming saying: tooo cuteee!!
    You made me wanna visit country sides some days.

    PS: Love your blog's layout!