ARRIVING IN ENGLAND
This trip is entirely different from my previous ones in that I am far more relaxed about the 
process of travelling and letting the journey unfold spontaneously. The exciting build-up before leaving has lessened and the mechanics of transportation has become second nature; no different in many ways than planning to go from Regina to Saskatoon or Calgary for a few days. Sitting in 
airports, enduring lengthy flying times, eating diverse foods, and seeing different terrain has become more familiar, as has my acceptance of diverse cultures and quick adjustments to new surroundings. Although I’ve seen some incredible places of historical, cultural and scenic stature, I know this adventure is going to be the most magical experience yet. Already I’ve arrived in a place that I’m sure is a slice of heaven. 
The trip itself was uneventful and connections smooth and timely so that when I transferred from flight to flight then caught a bus at Heathrow airport and disembarked at my destination, it was a flowing process without any lengthy waits or hitches in between. Being met by friends was an added bonus. 
The Cotswolds must be one of the most picturesque areas of England, and where I’m staying in a little place called Trillis not far from 
Cirencester (pronounced sire-en-cester) is paradise. A beautiful stone house lovingly 
restored in replication of the original 1700s structure and with a converted addition, gardens, greenhouses, densely woods hills, deep vales with charming lily ponds and a brook, pastoral grounds with colourful flowers, delightful walking trails, inviting rustic benches, narrow treed and stone-walled lanes, and lovely people in a serene rural area are all that the heart and soul need.
The interior with goat-milk treated flagstone kitchen floors, whitewashed plaster walls, and leaded glass windows transport one back into a gentler time. Add to this, occasional sightings of small deer, a chorus of birds singing good-night as day closes and returning to greet daybreak. And at night the wood fires in the hearth warms a long wooden-floored room with open-beamed ceilings, where a brass bed with a feather quilt nestles at one end
where one finds comfort for the mind and the body.
The Cotswolds must be one of the most picturesque areas of England, and where I’m staying in a little place called Trillis not far from 
Cirencester (pronounced sire-en-cester) is paradise. A beautiful stone house lovingly 
restored in replication of the original 1700s structure and with a converted addition, gardens, greenhouses, densely woods hills, deep vales with charming lily ponds and a brook, pastoral grounds with colourful flowers, delightful walking trails, inviting rustic benches, narrow treed and stone-walled lanes, and lovely people in a serene rural area are all that the heart and soul need.
The interior with goat-milk treated flagstone kitchen floors, whitewashed plaster walls, and leaded glass windows transport one back into a gentler time. Add to this, occasional sightings of small deer, a chorus of birds singing good-night as day closes and returning to greet daybreak. And at night the wood fires in the hearth warms a long wooden-floored room with open-beamed ceilings, where a brass bed with a feather quilt nestles at one end
where one finds comfort for the mind and the body.
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