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i feel like a pigeon with a very strong homing instinct trained on yorkshire – it has been over a year, since i last strolled down the streets of york, listening to the minster bells and over two years, since i spent that delightfully sunny day at whitby, when i fell in love with whitby and decided that i want to grow old there and be buried in the graveyard by the sea – i love the sea, wherever i go, but whitby really has that special feeling of safety and adventure about it, that draws me in and does not let me go

but i also feel like a day on the moors with only sheep and the wind to keep me company – or a walk up to top withens with all those wuthering heights and heathcliff emotions floating around me and inspiring me to start writing again, instead of sitting at my desk all day, lost for words and lost for inspiration because germany is just plain old boring and people are unfriendly, rude, and, simply put, not english!

it is obvious to anybody, that i was born in the wrong place, since people keep on asking me, if i am english all the time – and while i have strong feelings for my home as well – after all, i do love fairy tales (reading and writing them) and the brothers grimm were pretty much my neighbours from very long ago – and germany has some wonderful places and memories – but it is only ever in england that i feel truly like home, like i belong, and fit in perfectly – and it is always to yorkshire that i am pulled by invisible forces – perhaps my ancestors really did come from england – after all, i have to have gotten the red hair and the weird sense of humour from somewhere along the line

anyways, all this reminiscing  was just the introduction – i have handed in my application to give a presentation at a conference in leeds in january and i am terrribly excited about it and do so desperately hope that i get in – i want to talk and tell people about my work and research and my fascination with yorkshire – but i have decided, that even if i don’t get to talk, i’ll still go and this knowledge is like a little glowing spark right inside of me – it keeps me happy and warm and feeling like dancing along the streets – i don’t care, that it might be cold and dreary in january – i love yorkshire and just like david hockney i love seasons and how they change nature, so i’ll put up with the cold and rain and snow, if i get to spend time there – i am planning to stay 5 to 7 days and am really, very excited, preparations have already started: writing old friends, planning outings to whitby and the wildlife trust reserves with the volunteers, and hot chocolates at la place verte because that is, what happiness is all about


walking home in the early morning hours with the boys through a snow flurry is very amusing indeed


yes! what a game – sorry, no football game ever came close to that feeling – my heart stopped about twenty-thousand times during those last few minutes – so fast, so good and so exciting – hockey was my first love and i’ll not forget that again – o canada, we stand on guard for thee and i miss thee dearly


just what i always dreamed of – figure skating with david

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i love ice skating and here’s a list of all the locations i’ve always wanted to go skating at

canary wharf, london – closest thing to a frozen thames – add a mulled wine and some fish and chips for total happiness

rockefeller center, new york – skating inbetween the world’s talles buildings before chilling in a cocktail bar off 5th avenue and going for dinner in chinatown

the canal, ottawa – in view of the parliament and the château laurier towards the river and freedom – a cup of cocoa and a beaver tail afterwards


me, myself and my camera took a little stroll around the city today – here’s what we saw

a snow bear

an angel with an angle

icicles

a snow-puccino

a winter victim

an easter-egg


i am totally known for my love of snow – and this winter has been treating me well – loads and loads of snow – but recently, i felt just like this wacky weatherman about the whole snow thing and every morning, which has me waking up and finding the world outside has yet again been whitened,  i feel like screaming and throwing massive tantrums – talking of telling nature, this is major depressive stuff, this is!


it was so worth waiting for the snow this winter – the ground is frozen solid and it will stay cold for at least another week – never more likely to have a white christmas – now, this is perfection!

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very spontaneous day trip – instead of sunday mass at westminster abbey, i found myself boarding a train to cambridge with a french girl, a romanian guy and my austrian-californian friend this morning – despite the cold weather and my nose cold it was a beautiful day – and now i really want to finish my phd in style – cambridge style preferably