Terry and Hackney Farm

A day out which was very needed, though didn't start in such bright mood due to resilient symptoms from the previous days difficulties.
To sorting out what is on the mind actually helps even if it feels horrible; and strangely helps with others with whom a similar energy is felt.

It is like by treating the self, others are affected by it and are also getting better, kind of thing. Ah, la la.

Yes, much bitterness, many promisses unkept from those meant to be dearest, to find out later they may not have been that dearest after all, but a forced expression of a love which doesn't quite want to come out, feeling shy and inadequate.
As A said, it is important not to force love... Because when love wants to be there, it bloody is!!!

The problem is with affection, that it is hard to find out whether it is true, sincere, or is just driven by the fact we want attention from the other person because they couldn't care less about us, therefore being a magnet with a force.

What is interesting to watch is when it builds over time, to then become something strangely strong at times, though "shouldn't quite be there" according to the mind, since it wasn't there before!
And then, what to trust? What behaviour to have? To follow pulsions or repress them in case they are fake or do not belong there or are passing or are there because of a desperation?

To watch out...


But in the meantime, Terry got me at last to come to Hackney City Farm which I wanted to go to a month ago at least but had been sidetracked by boyfriends and laziness. And pig flues.

This day out meant a lot to me, and it eventually caught up with me, the animals, all more wonderful one than the other, the feeding the chickens flies and caressing the goats, did wonders.
I got back in myself. A more happy self!

After the farm, an exciting and way too short bus drive on a 55 to Holborn to get the Picadilly line to Hammersmith where people block the entrance and Terry charged off to where he knew the carriage would be emptiest. Tourists, you know, they do block the entrances, they don't know any better... (I can act like a tourist too, at times, Terry please have pity!)

Another bus ride with a strange new and round bus took us privately (it was a private taxi, really, very expensive to have a bus all to ourselves for such a long ride) to the eeeuh, Water eeeuh I have a temporary memory loss. Water ... Mmh.

A place that Terry enjoys very much, and I understand why he does; in only 20 years, they managed to turn some old water locks in cement which were the London Water reserves into a wild nature reserve, for both real nature but also nature borrowed from other countries, which was interesting though felt a bit more corporate and less creative.

The artwork all around the place is very odd, some are interesting, but I am not much of an art person so I find those things get in the way of nature and spoil the scenery! Though, were they indoors, I would be able to appreciate their intricacity and the time it must have taken some great artist to create them. They were very good, though I did prefer the art in Hackney Farm which was much less "m'as-tu vu" and very child like.

The wild part of the Water ....centre was WETLAND!!! That is it.
Was the wild part which was my favourite, plenty of brambles with green berries, (no plum trees though like at Hackney Farm spilling their colourful treasures on the ground) lots of nice places to go scavenging under teh bushes and many coots walking aruond, ducks and other animals like ones who carry a videocamera around and keep videoing everything, particularly when I want to go to the toilet, which is very peeving.

After the Wetland centre, Hammersmith was back with another bus ride, this time full of crying toddlers and little posh French kids saying "N'est-ce-pas" to their posh Nannies at the end of their phrases. I don't think I have ever said "n'est-ce-pas" in my life, but then, I come from the countryside. Innit.

The promised restaurant was closed due to floods, so wer went to the nextdoor restaurant which was rather amazing once we passed the starters stage. The vegetables were so fresh and really really tasty.
Terry's ice-creamw as a bit odd and my lassi tasted of incense, but otherwise it was really worth going.

A wonderful day and many happy returns.