My good ol’ British soul

Posted: January 8, 2013 in Personal stuff

Five o`clock in the evening and we set wheel on English soil at Dover. The weather was and still is misty. There is thick mist hanging over the landscape, so that the only thing we really could see from the Ferry were the white cliffs of Dover.

It was raining of course, a constant drizzle and the first thing we did, was driving to Folkestone`s Tesco to shop for some essentials (Earl Grey Tea, Chips…). Then we went up to Newington and to our lovely B&B with the rooms that could feature in a Jane Austen movie.

It started already when we came back out of Tesco with our bags, making our way through the car park through the drizzling rain. And we both felt, as if it was just another day in Edinburgh, returning after the evening shopping and on our way to our flat in Lochend Road, where we would have a cosy evening.

It didn`t feel like holiday at all. Coming here is like coming home for me, more than in Germany or any other place. Everything feels just right. I don`t mind the rain and the mist. Anywhere else, the mist makes your surroundings feel more uncomfortable. Here, everything appears more mysterious, as if you have stepped into another world.
If I was a witch I would say that you can feel the magic of the land in the air.

The very first thing that I do when I`m back where my soul belongs, is to make a cup of tea. I do have English tea bags, water, milk and sugar at home in Germany, but it is still impossible to even get close to the taste of a proper cup of tea brewed here. The reason is beyond me, but that`s how it is and I`m happy for it. Each country has such specialities which taste only truly good in that country and that`s one of the major reasons why travelling is so much better than just watching a documentary on TV.

That first cup of tea is always bliss to me. I savour every sip, sitting in the bed of this beautiful room that has a ceiling with wooden beams, a fluffy carpet, wooden furniture country house style and even a dresser with a three angle mirror on top of it, just like in the Jane Austen movies. The bed is facing the big window, which gives us a view over green hills, dotted with trees, sheep and the sea at the horizon. Well, I know that you see the sea at the horizon from our last visit here, of course today, I can only see as far as the fence to the neighbouring meadows.

I remember clearly the first time I saw the green hills of England for the first time at Brighton, when I was eighteen years old. My first thought, was that I had never seen such an amazing shade of green and I felt for the first time, what I felt ever since when I set foot on those hills again. A deep yearning inside of me, for what, I cannot really say, but it has to do with being here, being able to walk over those green hills, smelling the salty air on the constant breeze and feeling this deep deep connection to the land. It is as if I am constantly on the very edge of remembering something, something that was more important to me than anything else in the world, even my own life.
I keep having déjá vu moments here at almost every corner. They`ve become so normal to me, that I don`t even consciously notice them anymore. It`s just part of my life.

How I try to explain this to myself? I don`t try to anymore. There are many possible explanations out there, but I want to keep an open mind about it. If I settle on one explanation now, I might not recognise the truth when and if it hits me.

And even if it doesn`t, I shall not be any sadder for it. I`ve accepted it as part of myself and I know, deep inside of myself, that it will play an important role in my life. In a way, it does already.
I am simply a German who feels at home on the British Islands.

Oct. 2012 ~ Folkestone

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