This Icelandic volcano is messing a lot of peoples lives about just now. I can understand why some people are getting a little peeved. I’m enjoying it though.
I live a not that far from Glasgow Airport and I can’t think of a time in recent years where I’ve been able to look in the sky and not see a passenger jet flying off to some far away land or the contrails of planes that have recently passed. We have helicopters flying overhead throughout the day as well. If it isn’t the rich folk flying about instead of using their cars it’s the police helicopter flying overhead following stolen cars or chasing down criminals.
It’s not like that any more. I spent 2 hours in my back garden rebuilding a small retaining wall and the only noise I could here was the occasional truck driving past on the main road. Usually there will be the sound of a plane coming into land at Glasgow every half hour or so. I like peace and tranquillity and this seems to be the closest I’m going to get to it in my home any time soon.
When I was walking up The Cobbler recently Alex commented on just how quiet it was. No cars and apart from the wind the only sound was that which we were making ourselves. The views are great, the company is always good and the fresh air is as refreshing as you can get but the reason I go is for that absence of man-made influences. Whether that’s the noise of cars driving passed or the tarmac covering the car park they are heading to I want to get away from it all. I can deal with the paths we sometimes use to walk on up the hill as a necessary evil. I guess that’s one of the reasons why I want to buy a croft in the north of Scotland. I doubt I’d be able to deal with the day to day running of a proper croft/farm because I know it’s all mud and hard work rather than the fairy tail of vegetable gardens digging and growing themselves. Given the chance to just live in a place miles from anyone outside my family would be my idea of heaven.
One day… I promise. One day I’ll have that home.