“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity.” ~ John Muir, Our National Parks.
We finally made it home yesterday evening, after 24 hours of travelling. Our flight was delayed, traffic slowed the trip back to Oxford from 90 minutes to four hours, and the train we’d been expecting for the last stretch of the journey was swapped for the dreaded rail replacement bus. I’m all for slow adventuring, but this took it a little too far!
After wading through the sea of unwanted tree-destroying junk mail in our porch (and finding a missed delivery note with no hint as to where the package is now ), we discovered that the power must have tripped while we were away and the entire contents of our freezer had melted into a soggy mess. As you can imagine, the combination of five weeks away + defrosted food + heat wave makes for a pretty unpleasant smell...
Jack pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and valiantly cleaned up the gloop, while I lit my favourite @smallestlight candle to clear the air. We curled up on the sofa with the softest of our woollen blankets, and I felt the truth of John Muir’s words. After just one day back in ‘civilisation,’ there we were: tired, nerve-shaken, and longing for the simplicity of the wild.