I was beginning to feel like it was my first day at a new job as I stepped onto the platform at the end of a short train journey through the south-west of England from Eastbourne,
a popular seaside town on the English Channel to Tunbridge Wells, a prosperous town about 40 miles south-east of London. Only a few weeks previously we had an unexpected change in our travel plans when we had been accepted for our first assignment as house/pet sitters. A smiling face from the home owner waiting for our arrival was reassuring but it was not until she and her husband departed on their travels the following morning that the reality suddenly became apparent and now it was our responsibility to ensure the safety and condition of their home for three weeks.
During the next five months, we would travel hundreds of kilometres around England and Scotland by train and car but it is while walking, that I am able to see, feel and experience the beauty, the history, the people, the architecture and the lifestyle of the places I am living in. Walking the streets near Heathrow airport on a late autumn morning was indeed refreshing and to my delight, I was greeted by friendly people and several elderberry bushes that were laden with fruit. Petunias in the back streets near Gatwick airport displayed some of my favourite colours.
On our daily walks around Tunbridge Wells our fitness was challenged with steep climbs and long walks through the massive commons and to the nearby historical town of The Pantiles. The opulence and splendour of times past were evident in the stately homes and manors bearing names rather than street numbers.
When photographing the view from a hill at the edge of the town, I did not realise that I had captured a truck passing on the road below and to my delight noticed that the name on the side of the truck is my maiden name, Conway.