…there’s immense sadness in returning every now and then to the Land of my Birth… in the broader geography, to United Kingdom, and more particularly, to Scotland… many fellow-expatriates over the years have shared with me that same feeling of disengagement with a country which one upon a time seemed to be the only place on Earth that I would live in… how strange they are then, these sporadic journeys back to Blighty to exercise the financial plastic, and (believe it or believe it not) to enjoythe rain and single-digit temperatures after three and half decades in the Far East and the Middle East…with each successive return sojourn, it has slowly dawned on me that it isn’t Britain which has altered so radically (although it has changed to some degree), but much more that this ol’ Jurassic’s perspective has shifted in the period I’ve been overseas… the primary centrepiece…
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Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 