I had the time to stand and stare….

What is this life if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare……
While going on a leisure trip with W.H Davies, all of us would have their own versions of what this idyllic place may just be like.Fortunately for me I found one such place – the Honeypot Bread and Breakfast,  in the charming little village of Husbands Bosworth in England’s Leicester County.
I had work at Lutterworth for about 2 weeks and while looking for stay options I came across this Bread and Breakfast place that was just something I was looking for.  All of us do mean to spend sometime in the famed English countryside at some point in life having read about it right through our childhoods. And I thought that this was a perfect opportunity as usually my travels take me only to large cities.
The weekdays were a little hectic and there’s no point boring you with shop talk, so I would like to take you through a leisurely weekend that I spent exploring all the little things that makes this place so special.
Morning 8:00 AM
You have heard of the famous English breakfast. Haven’t you ???
The break fast was a choice of hot and cold with Cereals, Fresh cut fruit as in Kiwis, Pineapples, Melons, Strawberries and even Mango if you were lucky. You could choose from a variety of fresh juices in case you were uncultured enough to say no to the Queen’s favourite drink – tea. 
I am quite a standard , cut and dry kind of chappie when it comes to food so it was butter and toast with hashbrowns most of the time for me but one could surely experiment with egss in all shapes and form – Ommlettes, Poached Egss, Half Fried, Hard boiled, Scrambled and even something called Egg Benedict. Probably there are more ways to cook the egg but I registered just these few. You could surely check with the lady of the house and I know you will get the version you want….
By the way did I tell you that the Breakfast table is laid out overlooking the vast Welland grasslands and rolling hills as far as your eyes can see. Sounds Inspiring. Isn’t it ? 
Aha ….and how can I miss the Honey pot. I am sure the house has one of the largest collection of these.
10:00 AM
After this treat of a kings break fast I wanted to relax a bit and a wonderful collection of books in the library was just what I needed. I picked up a book of poems by RL Stevenson and was pleasantly surprised to note that it was gifted by someone to the Houselady’s father in the year 1924!
Sunshine and fresh air with a playful chirping of birds set the mood as I lay on my bed browsing through some exquisite pieces of poetry. Well,  to be honest the fresh breeze had a bit of a smell from the nearby cowshed of the farmer next door….but I guess it just added to the authenticity of my ‘Village’  experience.
By 11:30 am
My tryst with Mr. Stevenson was over.I decided that to be up and about would probably be more becoming of me  than to waste a bright and sunny morning lazying around within the four walls of my room. Although the warm and cozy bed did tempt me to quit my industrious thoughts. Actually a Quote from the book I was reading motivated me :
It is the season now to go, about the country high and low
Among the Lilacs hand in hand , and two by two in fairyland….
So here I was all ready to explore the countryside at Husband’s Bosworth.
To give a little history of the village,its a settlement that dates back to 409 AD but the oldest living building in the community had its tower built around the year 1300 AD. I was curious about the word Husbands prefixed to the name and checked with the locals to know if there was a Wife’s Bosworth as well. To my amusement I was told that the word Husband comes from the word husbandry as most people in the village raised farm animals like cows,sheep and horses. Carolyn,the lady of the house proudly told us that all her dairy,Meat and Poultry needs were met locally within the village as Husbandry is still quite popular with the village folks.
There were a lot of places for sightseeing mentioned on the village website.http://www.husbandsbosworth.info  which were nearby but I settled for just a walk around  and a visit to the Grand Union Canal. 
The canal did not have much water at this time of the Year but the folks I was staying with shared some interesting instances about their picnic with the kids on the Canal.It was a pleasure to imagine a boat parked out in the front yard where our car was and the whole Goffe family getting ready for a day out on the canal maneuvering all the twists and turns, even the locks at the gates !
On my way back from the canal I saw the waterworks and had to step back and forth to avoid the farmers trucks carrying all kind of stuff to and fro from their farms.Once in the village I thought of exploring the two mainstays of any English village – The church and the Pub. It is my strong belief that the whole world exists between the gates of the Masjid and the Maiqada( Tavern). You are closest to your own reality when you have lost yourself – Peg or Prayer is just something you choose per your state of mind.
The village church was a beautiful building and resembled most churches in England although I fell in love with the Daffodils. While learning the classic form Wordsworth in my school days I had never imagined that I will be looking at a host of them in the English countryside. It is rather amazing how we can shape the consciousness of each other in different epochs of time ; Wodsworth would have also never imagined that his poem would have such an effect on a native Indian of all the souls!
I loitered around aimlessnessly for another couple of hours checking the Inventory at the local post office that doubled up as a convenience store, watching the sheep Graze on the endless rolling hills and waving at the numerous gliders from the nearby flying school. 
I came back at about 1 PM to grab lunch which was nothing great so I will skip the details. With my tummy full dozing off for an afternoon siesta was just the thing to do. I read a few more poems from Stevenson’s book and slept like a baby….although I am sure that baby’s don’t snore as much as I do !
When I woke up it was 5 PM and it was perfect time for a cup of tea. Carolyn an expert home maker had this wonderful selection of teas which was kept in each room ; you could choose from the regular English Breakfast to a mint flavored one to ease your sinuses to a more relaxing version of Chamomile Tea. The butter scotch cookies went just so well with any of them although my personal favorite was the freshly baked cakes that were always kept in the foyer. You could take as many helping as you want ! I sincerely believe that I probably ate half of it myself during the day even though it was meant to be shared with all the guests. Wasn’t really my fault you see – I have a sweet tooth and the cake was just so Yum and full of chocolate.
Refreshed I knew that it was time to hit the Pub. I had read on the notice board that they were having a Quiz there in the evening and the Rajpedia in me was just raring to race against the local Englishmen or women 😉 They had a great selection of draught beer at the Pub but I felt like indulging in some French Wine that would go well with the melted Cheese Pasta I was planning to feast my self on. By the time the Quiz started I had had half a bottle and was in no mood to pick my brains , not that much was left in there anyways. With me were few of my friends and we laughed and talked ( read shouted) about the usual office stuff. 
I don’t smoke much ( tobacco I mean) but with all the grape juice flowing though my veins I figured it was a damn good idea to indulge in this one last sin before hitting the bed once more .So we stood out there outside the B and B taking long drags to beat the punishing cold. I don’t know if any of you have smoked a full cigarette in -20 degrees temperature , I have once and it is just an out of the world feeling , I mean it feels like any moment you would go out of this world :-).This was much better than that…
I came back to my room and thought before go into a deep slumber once again it would be nice to see my kiddos on the Skype ( Wi Fi is free and the connection is good). My son Anant insisted that I tell him a story as this is my duty when I am at home. I did not have to go very far for getting inspiration and quickly weaved a tale of love and honour having Andy and Dora  , the donkeys as the main characters(Andy and Dora were the pets of the house and I had met up with them during the day)
Thankfully the story was so boring that more than my kids I started feeling sleepy so I quickly wrapped up the climax by saying that in the end Andy the Donkey met the She donkey of his dreams and both of them did the stupid dance forever !
Now, those of you who are beginning to think that what a great life the consultants have, I must tell you that you are absolutely wrong. Its only once in a while do we get to enjoy the day as stated above, its actually much better most of the times….. 🙂
So don’t just feel jealous.Choose to move to pastures greener …….