In Wexford last weekend I started to develop an appreciation for nature. I can now identify baby swallows. Watching them over a few days I noticed the improvement they made in their flying ability. The first day they seemed quite shaky and had to flap their wings constantly to stay aloft. The last morning as I smoked my first cigarette of the day, I watched them swoop and soar almost effortlessly.
For a city and suburban girl such as myself, this is proper country -- despite the fact that Samantha lives in a lovely, spacious bungalow in a small estate outside a village. The back of her house overlooks an empty field, and her garden is enclosed by tall trees whose leaves rustle in the steady breezes. When I sit on her front step, I can also all the trees and shrubs across the road; few houses are in my line of vision.
I also like the small-town feel of Wexford town. As I walked around town one afternoon I noticed the relaxed atmosphere and friendliness of the people. Except for the frustrated teenagers of course. Samantha greeted a lot of people in the shops and on the street. I bought a great pair of boots, essential for the upcoming winter -- which is starting to set in unfortunately. Indian summer my arse.
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