There are really no ways to make this sound truly awesome. So I’m just going to come out with it.
For the last year, I’ve been living…
I know, I know, cue commiserations all round, a few condolences high fives, the deep understanding of the trauma I’ve been, and still am, going through. You thought I was going to say something mild, something relatively painless like “with syphilis”, didn’t you?
It’s been driving me crazy though. All the talk about combine harvesters, and the giving of keys and how many acres a man might have – it’s all I hear! It’s terrible, truly awful stuff. I suppose I should stop making the same joke all the time then, really! Honestly, I just can’t help myself – it’s hilarious!
In all seriousness, it’s not too bad. People are friendly, the country is nice and the weather’s mild. Everything’s really far away and hard to get to, but I kinda expected that and I’m fairly used to it. The biggest problem has been a lack of adventure. How could Devon live up to frolicking (that’s right) in South America? The answer – it couldn’t – and through no real fault of its own, it’s suffered for it. In my mind, that is.
But…(and I hate to start a sentence with a but) that’s not to say nothing of note has happened. Plenty has, mostly just not the adventurey type of stuff. The kind of make life decisions stuff, and improve myself sort of claptrap. New qualifications, for example, have made me mildly employable by some. I’ve also forged (slightly) ahead in website writing, bakery and photography skills (amongst others). That’s right, I watched Bakeoff, and I have now made biscuity things and a sort of cake/bread. More importantly, both were edible.
It’s that last skill I want to focus on right now though, purely because it makes a really nice segway. Not that my photos are any better than they were while I was away (I’m certainly not convinced), but I do actually possess some from the last year. I knew I wanted to summarise my time here so far somehow, but wasn’t sure how, until a great idea popped into my head.
“I could just be really lazy and create a post full of photos.”
That’s genuinely how my brain sounds.
I gathered the photos all up, eliminated all the ****, only to be left with loads. I’m that good. I mean, that sounds like a realistic set of circumstances, right? No? Well, never mind, I’ll skip to the end. What remained from my eliminations was a selection of my favourite photos from the past year – the good, the bad, the interesting and the mundane.
So here it is, one year in Devon, in pictures.