If there’s one thing I love, it’s spontaneity. That’s why, when my job told me they didn’t need me after all for the Sunday shift, I jumped on the phone to my friend to see if she was still up for the day trip to Windsor that we’d had to call off less than 24 hours earlier.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had been. I went to uni close by and we used to go to Windsor all the time. We also used to go a lot on Sundays as a family when I was growing up, so it’s always been a special place. Pulling in on this view from the train, I couldn’t help but smile.
While my friend ran a little late I moseyed around, munching on a bacon roll and tray bakes as I walked along the river and through the town, busier than usual as it was only a few days after Prince Philip died and people from far and wide came to pay their respects.
Once she arrived we headed to Windsor Great Park to look at the flowers and tributes people had laid, before setting off on the long walk.
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As you can see, it was sunny when we left. And we took our time catching up, chatting away about life and love, work and the future, and watching deer grazing in the park.
On and on we walked, the air getting more and more frosty with each step we took, an ominous rain cloud overhead, and the winds picking up with gusto. The walk started to feel like something I saw as a child on Dragonball Z, even though it felt like we had been walking for hours, the statue at the top of the hill wasn’t getting any closer?!?! But we persevered all the way and finally collapsed at the top, leaving our cares and the feeling in our fingers behind!
Of course on the walk back down to the castle it proceeded to SNOW (?!) and sleet and then rain, all while the wind assaulted us and we came through the other side laughing so much it hurt and looking like we’d been through a battle. Back at the castle, absolutely nothing had changed.
God I love England.
