Since returning from travelling we have lived here in Burnham-on-Sea (technically we are in Highbridge, but Burnham-on-Sea is the larger town and the two tend to blend into each other) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burnham-on-Sea. Burnham-on-sea sits facing west at the most Eastern end of the Bristol Channel, south of Weston-Super-Mare. To the north across Brigdwater Bay lies Wales, and to the Southwest extending west is the north Somerset coast 51°14'19.03"N, 2°59'52.08"W. We have been here since May the 1st 2014.
Burnham-on-Sea is an odd place in the 21st Century. It hasn’t been commercialised even though it is a seaside town and attracts hordes of tourists in the summer. As a Londoner I am often saddened by the indigenous populations attitude to the place, however, I guess if you have never lived elsewhere it can seem a little dull. But if you come from a vast conurbation like London or Birmingham, then a place like Burnham really can feel like heaven on Earth.
Let’s concentrate on geography for a moment. Looking south past the worlds shortest pier, we see the Quantocks, the gateway to Exmoor and the highest point on Exmoor: Dunkery Beacon. Looking out to sea we have Hinckley’s A and B, and the emerging Hinckley C nuclear power stations, then looking north along the vast stretch of sand past the lighthouse we see Wales. Out of view behind me are the Somerset Levels and the Mendip hills.
Of all the places I have lived, Burnham-on-Sea is where I feel most at home. I have only been back to London once since we arrived in Somerset and that was on the day that my dad and all the other people whose family member had donated their bodies to medical research were commemorated at Southwark cathedral. I said a couple of weeks ago that when Covid has passed and we can travel again, I’d like to spend a few days in London to see what has changed around the City of London, to visit Tate Modern and a couple of the big museums... and maybe spend some time on the Thames waterfront. But my heart now belongs to the West Country, I think it has, ever since I dived along the South Coast of Dorset, Devon and Cornwall in my early twenties… it just took a couple of decades to get myself in a position whereby I could make the move. And I guess that somehow, if destiny is a thing, then it was my destiny to meet Amanda and eventually move here to her place of birth (Somerset).
Interesting read. Life is a journey you are correct.....but your destiny is always predetermined by your childhood(subconciously of course). The truth....Mother nature is always the controlling factor.
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I'm not a fan of pre-destination, it suggests no matter what I do, and how I am, that I am not actually in control of my destiny. That is a decidedly uncomfortable place to be.
ReplyDeleteWe are generally unable to review and assess our own sub-conscious and the events that shape it over time. That really does leave us as not much more than emotional baggage moving through time. The alternative is to constantly consult with someone who sifts through your sub-conscious to allow you to make the necessary life-course corrections, to avoid the pitfalls of the past. As a society and as a species, I don't think we are there yet, and if we were then likely as not, half the population would have to counsellors of one kind or another. :-)