Porth Lodge Hotel
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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.
... seaweed at each other!
Sean, Oscar and I then decided that we'd love to go for a 4 hour deep sea fishing trip. Great idea.
Well as you will sea , sorry see, we had happy smiley faces. That said, after 45 minutes the amount of burley being thrown (chucked) over the side of the boat was significant.
So we thought we are right to go lots of fish will be jumping on our lines
We were so wrong. Oscar caught 2 Mackerel but stated that he threw up 21 ...
... it keeps pulling the bag down. We trudge through deep mud around the flood plain and the muscles in my neck and shoulders are struggling with the pain and a persistent headache arises. It’s clear to me there will be no pleasure in today and I know Debby is struggling as well.
This is just wrong; it’s not how I wanted my last day with Ed to be. I wanted to enjoy it and I am instead cast down in a bleak mood and ...
... gazing and walking across the Hill Fort, another ancient place through which Hamish Miller has dowsed the Mary current of the ley line. Again we call to mind the evocative words from his book the Sun and the Serpent:
"There can be little doubt that ancient peoples were intuitively aware of special places where the Spirit of the Earth was strong, certain spots where the forces of Nature were concentrated and could affect human ...
... 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 ...