7/100

No 1 Salvert

Thoughts and ideas in 100 words, for 100 days.

Finding a home

“We found a place. THE place. An old farm. Not pretty. But pretty perfect for our needs. Two orchards. Two acres. Fruit trees to harvest; apples, pears, figs. Walnut trees for a granddaughter’s swing. Well, well, what’s this? Water too. Swifts nesting. A barn owl. What a hoot. A courtyard of outbuildings, an outline sketch. Colouring between the lines as seasons unfold. A simple, gentle place for a simple, gentle life. The village, a leisurely stroll away through woodlands. An encouragement to slow our pace, to let life unfold. An encouragement for others to do the same. Our Encouragement Farm.”

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6/100

Photo by Pascal van de Vendel on Unsplash

Musing about the most perfect Retreat

Thoughts and ideas in 100 words

Retreat … withdraw … move back.

So much for the city. Time for nature to nurture. Time for Margot’s Retreat. Time for our retreat. A chance to make a withdrawal from Nature’s Bank, brimful of bounties.

A soundtrack of running water. A lyrical symphony of birdsong.

Our cabin in…

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5/100

Photo by Nicole King on Unsplash

Where the local people go.

Thoughts and ideas in 100 words

The secret swimming spot. Whispered directions. Hushed reverence. Respect for hidden places only local folk know. Shared, guardedly. Overgrown tracks protecting secrets.

Sounds of falling water. A low hum; turning corners, louder still. Emerging from the undergrowth to thundering cascades. A natural amphitheatre. Rock walls rising from green depths. Surfaces seething and boiling as torrents fill the cauldron. Dappled sunshine exaggerating the luminous colours of stones, making beds slippery with growth. Flies snatched from their reverie by birds on the wing, gold flashes; gold medals for precision dipping; diving inches above a jade pool holding tight to its treasured secrets.

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4/100

Photo by Xiang Ji on Unsplash

Cities, we’re torn … do we love them, or hate them?

Thoughts and ideas in 100 words

Cities present a dilemma. They’re shiny, bold, and brash. They crave our attention. Museums, architecture, the ‘buzz’. Moths to a flame, drawn inexorably to that ‘buzz’. It’s okay at first, inhale the unfamiliarity. Taking ‘pleasure’ from it. Buses, masks, exhaust fumes … exhausting. Fine Art; time stands still. Pacing galleries, marble staircases, eyes blurring. People. Step outside, but are you ever truly outside in a city? The oppressive rise of buildings, the crush of crowds … the pressure to ‘do’. Nowhere to set yourself apart. Nowhere to find stillness. That ‘buzz’ is constant background noise. So much for the city.

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3/100

‘Dancers on the Stage’ Edgar Degas

100 words … how much can they say? A writing challenge to explore the expression of thoughts and ideas in fewer words.

Time spent in the Musée des Beaux-Arts reflecting on our preferences. What shapes our appreciation, the way our eyes are drawn, or our heads turned? The elegant twirl of Degas’ danseuses for me over the weighty religious allegories. Real-life, vividly realised. How do the ‘Greats’ become great? Through whose eyes? One of us drawn to the Monets, the other drifting to boats at anchor, imagining canvas slapping, chains clanking.

Like thoughts, perhaps. Some of us prefer life’s realities over abstract musings. We find simple comfort in specific ideas that can be worked on over loose threads to be picked at.

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