I love Christmas. I love the UK. I love when they come together in such amazing ways.
And for the other side of the coin:
May all the fighting end and all the military come home. That’s a Christmas wish I think we can all get behind.
So… exotic locations to tempt the wandering muse…
This one inspired a location in the most recent novel. The greens are so intense, the golden color almost shimmering, the sky and the waves… Labeled “Westdale Cliff Path,” it sings to me with a not-so-subtle Welsh accent. We weren’t at this particular spot, but drove much of the coast of Wales. The memories, the memories…
Copyright, Paul Forsdick
Images of fields of lavender take my breath away. Can they really be this gorgeous? Surely there is photo-magic involved. And speaking of taking one’s breath away, what about the scent? Do people with sensitive probosci flee in distress? I could browse these images for hours…
If you know me (and I think you do) you know that my soul craves green, which is why you’re more likely to see green here than desert, sorry. And when it comes to green places I haven’t been but want to visit, the Olympic Peninsula is high on the list, despite the Twilight connection. (Okay, gun to my head, Team Edward, but good grief, infantilize much? Was there anybody who didn’t pick Bella up and run through the forest with her? Excuse me while I cringe.) Okay, now that I’ve annoyed all Twi-Moms and Twi-Teens (plus hit a gazillion search engines) let me get back to my point.
Green. Olympic Rainforest.
Copyright, Glen Allison/Getty Images [Britannica Website]
So, today, where would I go? Okay, if you know me (and I know you do) it’s Wales, anywhere in the British Isles, really. But maybe just to be different…
I’ll take those fields of lavender. The Fearless Stormchaser can just put a clothespin on his proboscis.