The Beeches Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
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... sense of spirituality seems lacking. Seems to me Paganism would perhaps be better for us..............
-It is interesting to read the difficulties Anglican priests are having in coming to grips with a belief in God. Apparently a survey showed 16% are unclear about God and a small but nonetheless surprising percentage of these think God no more than a human construct. Seems a positive development to me.
-In society where there seem to be ever more messages ...
... of the three of us, however tenuous, it would have been discussed!! And to fortify ourselves so that we were able to continue such deep and insightful discussions (!), we ate and drank ourselves through the vast contents of Maureen's fridge (Maureen obviously thought we needed to be fattened up so had bought endless savoury and sweet food, so we willingly obliged. By the end of the three days, we both felt ...
... too close to the experience right now. Certainly I do believe we need to develop a new story for humanity, but it must be one where compassion is preeminent as none of us is exempt from blame for the part we play in the existing mess that has developed. It is not lost on my sense of the serendipitous, that during the second half of our walk I had packed a book by Charles Eisenstein, an author new to me and of whom I knew very little. As I finished it last night I was ...
... the symbol of the power of evil."
We press on along Snakes Lane Track across several fields before arriving at Lound, the last little village before the coast. Here, David is waiting for us, ready to introduce us to Adrian who is going to walk us through to Hopton on Sea. It is always good to meet new people and Adrian is well versed in these footpaths having often walked them with David. The time is now running quickly like a handful of grains ...
... with this sensual seasonal dampness calling to me. Memories of log fires and chill Guy Fawkes Night celebrations accompanied me down the passage into dreamland. How pleased I am then to awaken this morning to a real rich pea souper of a fog. Peering through the window into this pre-dawn of infinite possibilities, all light seems to have evaporated in the clammy intensity of the fog’s grip. It’s as if there’s a cleansing process underway, a freshness at its heart, ...