Those narrow country lanes ...

There's a road in my hometown called Ridgeway mainly because it runs just about along the ridge.   It is narrow, undulating and meandering.  With a steep rising of a hill on some way of one side and green foliage on both sides of the road.  Dotted along this narrow green meandering road are the occasional colonial bungalows  (admittedly, some looking rather derelict) nearly half a century ago  when the English were in town.  Most locals would deem the road rather creepy and forlorn.   Given half the chance, they would tear down these houses, level the hill, clear out the green foliage and concrete things over.  Thankfully, this particularly road falls within a gazetted protected.  The city's 'green belt'.  Hence, it is one of those few places left in my hometown that has been left untouched by modern development. 

As far as I can remember, Ridgeway has always been one of my favourite places in my hometown.  Mainly because of it's character (that sadly other locals fail to appreciate) holds a certain charm.  One that reminds me of the English country side.

As BFL and I drove down the narrow undulating country lane down to S this morning, the rise of foliage on either side Ridgeway came to mind.  To think once upon my former life, I would purposely drive  down Ridgeway because it allowed me to indulge in fantasies of English country side  - my fanciful dreams - having a piece of pseudo England in the hometown.  Now, the English country is now my weekly reality. 

It's one of those moments of reflection that struck me how amazing life has been since.  Who would have thought ...?  And just one that one revelation, I find myself deeply grateful for second chances given and the life BFL and I have together.