Catton Old Hall
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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... That is how we coordinate human activity toward a common vision. A story can carry the truth but it is not truth. Truth goes in and out of stories. What was once true is true no longer. Where, then, do we find the truth? We find it in the body, in the woods, in the water, in the soil. We find it in music, dance and sometimes in poetry......... We find it in each others' eyes, when we look. We find it in an embrace,............. in laughter and sobs and we find it in ...
... the altar once stood. It marked a node point, the last one before the Michael and Mary currents swept out to sea. We were both taken aback that such a dramatic place should mark the last crossing of the two currents in England. White doves fluttered in and out of the decaying tower, and the atmosphere of the place was supremely moving.”
I can't say our experience was quite as evocative. Today we meet a Brian who has dedicated several years ...
... ensures we live our lives with pain and fear.
My mind seems full this morning, the significance of the day has finally dawned on me. Until today I have felt no great emotion at the prospect of finishing our pilgrimage in a couple of days. Yet now I am feeling that familiar sadness of finishing. I love walking and want this to go on forever. Sharing my thoughts with Debby she acknowledges that although she needs a break physically, she too will miss the walking. ...
... B..................... and blogging with the caffeine stimulation provided at the Costa coffee outlet.
By 10pm when we arrive back in our room we have the quiet satisfaction of knowing that our pilgrimage record is bang up to date. The only slight worry that I carry into my dreams is that after thirty hours of being balanced upon our hot towel rail and giving off a heady smell that is indescribable in its nauseous aroma, our shoes are still not ...
... walked 25kms. Our shoes were in a shocking state, and when we took off our sopping wet backpacks and waterproofs, we found all of them, apart from Debby’s new backpack, had been beaten by the power of the day. Fortunately no damage was done to our gear and as we showered and dried off in the comfort of a particularly good B&B, we had the quiet satisfaction of knowing we had completed a tough day and could finish our pilgrimage with heads held high.