It is about now that I also dream of holidays; of travel, of visiting new places, of a change of scenery and routine. I don’t know where we will get to holiday this year. Maybe, if we are lucky we will revisit Italy or Spain or France. But in the meantime I will continue to day dream.
And dreaming of changes of scenery and routine always leads me to one of my favourite day dreams – my dream of a ‘run away to regularly’ cottage. If a Fairy Godmother were to appear and grant me three wishes, one of them would probably be for a rural idle, a hideaway cottage within a few hours drive of Dublin. Somewhere I could spend a lot of the summers and other holidays throughout the year.
I know my cottage well. I dream of her often. She is on the West Coast, within earshot of the sea. She has a tidy level garden with some grass and an old orchard of gnarly, lichen covered apple trees. She is very old with thick stone walls which keep me cosy in winter and cool in summer. Old comfy armchairs and sofas are positioned around a huge old fashioned open fire place at one end of the living room. In winter this room is full of the fragrant smell of burning turf – pure bliss.
At the other end of the room is a dining table beside the window to the back garden which is filled with old fashioned cottage garden flowers in summer. The kitchen is fully equipped with all I need and includes dishwasher and washing machine and dryer. There are 2 bedrooms on the ground floor and one bathroom with a large bath. Upstairs the attic space which is lit from roof windows contains one sofa, a TV and lots of floor space for camp beds etc for when the kids bring friends down. There is also another bathroom here.
To the rear of the house I have a view of farmland distant hills and to the front I can see the sea. Within a ten minute walk is a small sandy cove and my cottage is surrounded with tracks through farmland which are good for walking with the dog. The nearest village is a fifteen minute walk away and has a supermarket, a pub which does fine food, a church and a post office.
In the summer months I often sit outside the front door and watch the sunset over the ocean. The air is full of birdsong, gentle lapping of the sea, and cows occasional moos. In the winter, I revel in the experience of Mother Nature whipping up the Atlantic on stormy night.
It is a place of freedom, of peace, of relaxation and of creativity. It is my refuge on days when the weather is grey and miserable, and life seems full of boring repetitive tasks and lacking in colour. It keeps me sane, even if I can only visit it in my mind!
Where do you go in your day dreams?