My hair is doing a 'woohoo' thing on one side...I think it's a sign that things are changing.

Living in Devon is something that I completely underestimate. Being in the hub of a civilisation that centres itself on the regularity of crop rotation and 'livin' off o' da fat o' tha land' (if anyone ever studied 'Of Mice and Men' that should be a knee-jerk recognition!) makes me realise how fragile and changable everything is. I never realise that in a city the seasons don't make such an impact-here in winter the hills are a parched grey, or spread with snow, which melts and the green becomes richer and lusher. Then the speckled shapes of animals canter down the hillside, and produce more bundles of energy, and petals of coloured silk erupt from the ground and then the sun bakes your skin and the evenings become longer and lazier. There is a comfort in knowing what to expect from the seasons, and whilst they happen every 3 months, because we are always learning about ourselves, i find something new about myself and the world each time they come around. I've always pulled away from coming from Devon; yet I feel that the county's reliance on nature reflects how I feel about learning; constantly testing myself and responding to my surroundings. I've always felt slightly unstable, but I am finding a garden of soil to rest some roots in.