It really struck me how I totally took this for granted growing up, just having both a park, filled with the best sledging hills you could possibly imagine, a labyrinth garden, and some pretty awesome views from the rocks (that we didn’t care about because we were too busy building our own homes in the caves) as well as a local nature reserve on the other side which had it’s own little deserted island in the middle of the stream that we could live on for a day. Oh and we had the fjord and the beach – as long as we snuck over the train tracks between trains (don’t tell my mum)! It never really occurred to me that not every kid had playgrounds like these, and it seems to have taken moving away and coming back as an outsider to really appreciate how scenic this place is!
What I do know to appreciate is how cheap the pick and mix is across the border, and the variety! I got myself about 2 kg of really sour and also salt liquorice pick and mix yesterday, for the pricey sum of £6! That is how much a bag at the cinema would normally cost in the UK, however I have enough to fill about 8 trips to the cinema. My dad was like “oh, so you’re taking some of your favourite sweets with you back to Scotland?” I was like… uuummm…. sure! (nomnomnomnom)
What sort of surroundings did you have growing up? And do you have gorgeous places nearby that you take for granted or “don’t see” because you see them all the time?