Country Gal
on Blog From Beyond (Rwanda), 16/Aug/2009 10:40, 34 days ago
Hollowell ReservoirAfter mum's birthday on the Friday I spent Saturday chilling out with my nephew Damian who remembered me even though he was four when I left and six now! My brother was also there - pictures of both at the SundayFamily BBQ.Couple of brief things I forgot to mention from the first week - my friendDaniel Moseswas on the flight out of Kigali with me. Live here long enough and you're guaranteed to know someone on every flight - small world.I also failed to convey the sheer wonder of my first hot bath. I'm more of a shower gal but I felt a proper soaking was required - more of a slow steeping actually, with plenty ofLushbubble melt. The water was brown when I got out and all that colour I thought was a sun-tan...well...Mum's also got a bath - a veeeery big bath. It's one of those full-on jacuzzi jobbies with under-water lighting. I like the blue light. Feels like you're bubbling away in a cauldron. Great stuff and perfect with a nice glass of wine.I also had a wonderful time wandering the fields, down to the Duck Pond and across to the reservoir. Landscape's changed a bit though. Someone's built a new housing estate on the country lane leading to the fields and at the other end, Hollowell Reservoir, a family of minted toffs have moved into a house built on our old neighbour's land and they've put up a security fence!!This means you walk around the water then can't get back onto the main road unless you know the code - which I didn't. Thankfully a car came up behind me so they opened automatically - but it's a wonderful example of the horribly, prissy rich twonks who move into villages and think they are more important than the land they're living on. Return to the days of lairds and peasents. Huge big walls around their sudo-mansion, dogs, security gates on a public access road - disgusting. One of the locals up the pub was saying we should protest - take it in turns to superglue the code pad. He reckoned after replacing it a few times they'd give up on the idea. Whereas I don't agree with vandalism, it's a sorely tempting notion. More money than community sense. The land was there before they were born, it'll be there after - why do they feel the need to go dictating who can walk there and who can't? Generations have enjoyed that particular walk, then they move in and spoil it for everyone.Other than that though, everything's as I left it. Nice thing about the countryside - add a few horses here, a lamb or two there (or Llamas! apparently they make excellent sheep guards) but nothing much every really changes. It's a beautiful constant.I also spent a day walking aroundMarket Harboroughas I needed to see Ed and pick up some dreadlock materials for Lies. He runsDreadworxwhich is a fantastic company for all your dread-head needs. He first started it from the village we grew up in but has now got his own shop in Harborough called theBlack& White Board Stores: 26 Coventry Road (opposite the Co-op, above the dry cleaner's). He sells everything from snowboards to mountainboards and a whole range of accessories.Also managed to fit-in a dentist appointment. I've had a twinge in my gums for a while which I put down to a wisdom tooth coming through. I managed to find a lovely dentist in Harborough: through the Three Swans pub and over the road. They saw me within the hour. They confirmed it was just a wisdom tooth cutting and said my teeth were in excellent condition - the apprentice was amazed that at 28 I have no fillings and asked what my secret was, to which the dentist ventured "brushing and flossing?" I nodded. "Works doesn't it," he said with a smile. I've always been lucky with dentists -last timeI hadn't seen one in five years and got the prognosis "immaculate" :)To celebrate I went straight back to the Three Swans and had a delightful meal of chicken stuffed with apricots and chestnuts, wrapped in bacon. Stopped just short of rubbing it on my face and washed it down with half a Bombardier.Also had fun driving. Merrick, mum's partner, is a driving instructor and took me out for a wee spin. I felt nervous as hell. I only passed my test a year before leaving. In that time I became an extremely confident driver as I had to commute every day. Twenty months out of the driving seat is a long time though and I felt extremely nervous. Despite never having driven in Rwanda, I actually did end up trying to drive on the wrong side of the road - twice :oO No fatalities thankfully.We also went toLubenhamto have dinner with mum's friends David& Kate who have a son Harry about the same age as Damian, so they played whilst we had a BBQ and drank wine. Was a lovely evening.So that was relaxing. I spent a lot of time in awe of Broadband. Overdosed on YouTube and photo sites. One of the world's greatest luxuries.