This weeks Friday Photo Challenge is entitled Inspiration.
My Father was an Englishman and my Mother is Swiss. When I left the UK behind, to settle in Switzerland in early 1978, I was so excited to be changing cultures and countries that I was more forward looking than nostalgic and I think that that is understandable. I had, after all, many things on my mind, the foremost being learning a new language.
I could tell many a tale about those first pioneering years and I might well do so in time.
I didn’t realise however that there were things, other than the obvious Marmite and Jelly Babies, that I would miss.
I became frequently nostalgic over the first 5 years or so and would sometimes have to dash over to the UK and steep myself in Brtishness for a few days, just to relieve the pressure.
Later on however I became more balanced and learnt to love my life in Switzerland. I learned also to love smelly cheeses and waving proudly the Swiss Flag on Swiss National Day. I became truly binational and bilingual and it is a nice feeling.
When my wife and I decided to sell our house in Geneva and move back to the UK a few years ago, I was sufficiently rooted in both cultures to be able to smoothly transition to a life back in the UK, even if the UK of today is very different place to the UK that I had left over 30 years ago.
One thing that I was totally unprepared for however was a walk in the woods, decked with a carpet of Bluebells and I freely admit that my heart skipped a beat and I held my breath while contemplating, once again, the sight.
I must have taken hundreds of photos last year in local woods and also in the Lake District. Indeed the Bluebells in the Lake District were more abundant and the blue carpet was denser and full of magic.
The photo pictured here was one of the first ones I took and the rays of sunlight caressing the branches and the blue carpet below gives it an inspirational quality that I can’t find on any of the other photos.
It feels like home to me and connects me to my childhood. I have never been able to find a Bluebell Wood elsewhere than in the UK although they must surely exist.
I made this photo into a very large canvas and it sits in my living room where I can see it daily. I often let my thoughts drift haphazardly while gazing at it and am often surprised by where they lead me.