Living in Stroud

Transportation in the United Kingdom has always amazed me – between the trains and busses one can truly have freedom to move from place to place with relative ease.  Getting from London, Heathrow airport to Stroud was fairly effortless and the trains were on time and quite efficient.  As the countryside whizzed past my window, I found myself marveling in the history of this country – imagining what it must have been like hundreds of years ago and the many influences that formed this country and it’s people – Romans, Normans, Celts, to name a few.  It was so clear to me what a young nation the USA still is compared to most places in the world.

Arriving into Stroud was my first inkling life would be quite different from anywhere I had ever lived previously.  The station was a small platform for each direction of train travel.  Our first challenge was dragging several heavy suitcases up a stairway, across the walkway and down the other side – okay, that being done, We started on our way with Cindy, a friend, who met us at the station and being assured that the flat was not far we began walking through town wheeling our suitcases – and then I had my first real test.

Stroud is part of the region called the Cotswold area of England – it is well know far and wide for its amazing beauty, what I did not take into account was the contribution of the Jurrassic period of land formation to this area – hills – and a lot of them!  The streets are built on slopes (some quite steep) and to get to my flat we were wheeling these large suitcases up a quite steep hill.  Needless to say, since I am from Miami – flat, at sea level – this was going to be my first major hurdle! I was not going to be upstaged by the elderly people that were taking on these hills without having to stop and catch their breath!  I do believe the people in the Cotswold are a different stock!  This hill (which I can not avoid) has become my nemesis – and I am determined to over come!

The flat – I am living in what is known as a ‘cottage’ built around 1770 and was originally called the ‘Grange’.  It is quite an amazing home and comes complete with much history.  My flat is a two bedroom one up in the attic with views of the town that are spectacular!

Everything in Stroud is within walking distance and most people do not own a car.  The town is quite suited to walking and the bus and train station are quite convenient.  For me the bus station is simply down (thank goodness for gravity) the steep hill (recall nemesis) and across the street.

Stroud, and the majority of the Cotswold area were know for their wool (Cotswold sheep) and so there were (in the day) large mills for processing this wool and making cloth – Stroud cloth – of which this area became famous for.  This area is also famous and well know for its cottage feel and the unique buildings with their limestone (yellowish to grey stone) walls and their slate roofs – and yes, their hills and slopes!

A Road Less Travelled ……

Interesting people enter our paths everyday of our lives.  Some just in passing with barely a thought, whilst others, in gentle or not so gentle ways, divert our flow of energy and often lead us to a crossroad and in doing so uncover a path or road that is less travelled.  This person for me was Aonghus Gordon.  Over a year ago I came into contact with Aonghus while collecting material for my Masters program (Waldorf Education) research paper.  Aonghus is responsible for starting the integrative educational approach developed at Ruskin Mill in Nailsworth, UK – his life’s work.  Our association began with an email and ended up with accepting his proposal to move to Stroud, to undertake the MSc Practical Skills Therapeutic Education program being held by Crossfield Training Institute through the University of West London at the Field Centre in Nailsworth.

In October I elected to pursue this venture and began the processes of uprooting my life in Miami, Florida to travel to the very historical area known as the Cotswolds.  The process began with the UK Border Agency and obtaining the necessary visa in order to live and work in the UK.  This process can be quite lengthy and expensive, my approval took less than three weeks so I was fortunate.  Next came the dilemma of packing – what does one take for at least a year when moving to a new country, keeping in mind that you are limited to a 50 lb suitcase for check in and a bag for carry on?  I was faced with looking at all the comforts and ease of my current dwelling and realized I would be severely limited and began to realize the expense on the other end to furnish the flat I would be living in.   In the end, I packed mainly clothing for the cooler (okay, who am I kidding – colder) months ahead, my beloved hair dryer, Justin’s Original Almond Butter, Granola, and assorted winter apparel that I picked up on a previous trip to Boulder, CO. and a lot of faith and trust in my decision.

As I drove to Miami, International airport to depart on a flight at 9PM, I realized the enormity of my new path, or so I had thought.  Moving to England seemed easy enough – English speaking country, public transport, tea, beautiful countryside…. what could go wrong?