Terraces, flats, redbrick semi detached houses, busy streets. Not far away is a main arterial route for the city, with pubs, coffee shops, supermarkets, banks and chemists. Apparently I live in an ‘urban village’.
On our morning rambles Jake and I pause in front of the flats with the flags. He occupies himself doing the things that dogs do, and I look about me. At the trees and along the river, across to the park, the sports centre, the theatre and the more expensive terraces.
In the distance are the hills, the grassland and bog that surround Belfast. It’s a small city, and I love that countryside is never far away.
I blog a lot about the seaside and my need to escape to the beach, but I am kept sane and grounded by viewing the everyday wilderness in the city. I just need to get out and explore it more.