Travel without travelling
Mar. 24th, 2019 06:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weconqueratdawnI had a birthday recently and my wonderful gf figured out that we could go glamping in a tiny, very cute little cabin barely three miles away from home. Wonderful, spectacular news! Like, fanfares and fireworks, showers of glitter! This is super important, guys. I can go on holiday and not have to travel.
On rare occasions, travel is something I quite like doing for the sake of it - where The Journey Itself is part of the holiday and I have time and headspace to sit back and enjoy it. What I absolutely hate is having to bend my precious holiday time to fit an early morning/late evening flight schedule or the rush to catch a train in the middle of the London rush hour (which takes up so much of the day it's almost unavoidable). I hate, hate, hate the pointless stress of it - eating when you can and even then not what you would normally eat, trying to decide if you should make a last trip to bathroom now or gamble that the one on the plane/train won't be occupied/disgusting. Dragging all your stuff around with you, worrying about if it'll fit into the no-doubt totally inadequate baggage space. OTHER PEOPLE, also trying to navigate their way through all this. It's usually only a necessary evil, one I want to forget as soon as possible.
So what a life hack this little cabin has turned out to be! Set back into some of the ancient woodland which my part of London has managed to hang onto, super-quiet and peaceful, surrounded by trees and people who were very genuinely Not From Around Here (seriously, we were on site for two minutes and someone walking past smiled and said hello). And my local woods - which I've become extremely attached to - right there, but seen from a slightly different angle. We went for walks, read books all afternoon, sat out on the decking in the dark. Woke up to squirrels playing on the roof.
I am definitely going back :)
On rare occasions, travel is something I quite like doing for the sake of it - where The Journey Itself is part of the holiday and I have time and headspace to sit back and enjoy it. What I absolutely hate is having to bend my precious holiday time to fit an early morning/late evening flight schedule or the rush to catch a train in the middle of the London rush hour (which takes up so much of the day it's almost unavoidable). I hate, hate, hate the pointless stress of it - eating when you can and even then not what you would normally eat, trying to decide if you should make a last trip to bathroom now or gamble that the one on the plane/train won't be occupied/disgusting. Dragging all your stuff around with you, worrying about if it'll fit into the no-doubt totally inadequate baggage space. OTHER PEOPLE, also trying to navigate their way through all this. It's usually only a necessary evil, one I want to forget as soon as possible.
So what a life hack this little cabin has turned out to be! Set back into some of the ancient woodland which my part of London has managed to hang onto, super-quiet and peaceful, surrounded by trees and people who were very genuinely Not From Around Here (seriously, we were on site for two minutes and someone walking past smiled and said hello). And my local woods - which I've become extremely attached to - right there, but seen from a slightly different angle. We went for walks, read books all afternoon, sat out on the decking in the dark. Woke up to squirrels playing on the roof.
I am definitely going back :)
