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Travel Blogs from Newquay
I awake according to my custom before 5am:
Seagulls circling early,
"Come join us".
It's a rest day and we take the time to farewell Ed onto the London train and focus on preparing ourselves for the next stage of this adventure.
... Emily's son was the best friend they had to play with.
We have been advised to try and drop Noddy & Big Ears before we fly to Marrakech as they may be locked up.
So next stop after we leave Cornwall on Saturday , is to Salisbury and then to Gatwick to catch he flight to Marrakech. We will be staying at the Riad that Jan & Peter recommended
So dear friends we look forward to seeing some of you in 3 weeks.
C'mon Aussie , c'mon, la, la ,la la, la ...
... he’s being called upon to make.
As the day wears on we struggle to find our way along the exact route, perhaps due to the fact that all my attention has turned inward. I have begun to realise that I am just not invincible and that this is not what this adventure was meant to be about. This was a walk designed to raise awareness of some greater spirituality through delving the mysteries of ancient stories. However I am ...
... of her life-giving energy flowing through places recognised as centres of illumination."
We drew ourselves away regretfully from this lovely setting and descended down to a small chain ferry, The King Harry Ferry. Crossing the river we then walked on up and up and up with hot tired feet and Ed describing his first blister, a nasty one sitting under the ball of his foot. We stop briefly in Philleigh at the Roseland Inn for coffee ...
... at these special places an almost childlike reverence is necessary. Preconceptions must be held in check and the mind emptied of trivial everyday clutter. Then one enters a different world. Old stones appear as friends, relishing the contact of a willing mind and triggering revealing insights into their past. Protective spirits seem to hover around them as the veils of vanished aeons evaporate and the past merges with the present. There is ...