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Travel Blogs from Truro
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.
... said it was an 'aphrodisiac'. Ha, it certainly is not.
So in between all of that we are just enjoying our time living the moment. The 'moment' can be confronting at times.
So here we are at the 3/4 mark of our holiday and we are missing our 4 leggeds.
Did I mention that we have been visited by those annoying Noddy & Big Ears? They gate crashed our time here and they commandeered Bron's big red van. That was such bad form. They also decided ...
... 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 ...
... prehistoric people approached such a shrine, it may well appear to us that they were worshipping strange gods, yet their purpose, divested of our own cultural projections, was to communicate with the forces and intelligences of Nature, so that their conduct would be harmonious with the influences from the Earth and cosmos. Their preoccupation was with the health and fertility of the Great Mother, and the eclipses, planetary, stellar and ...
... tomorrow’s wedding of the offspring of the now deceased former Church Warden. Speaking to the current Church Warden we became conscious he is somewhat wary of our mission. Our ley line did not seem to align well with his version of spirituality.
We had had a somewhat alarming experience earlier in the day. When traversing several fields, we had found ourselves surrounded at one stage by frisky young bulls. The situation ...