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Anyway, here I am struggling to swallow all this news and to digest and make sense of it. Of course moving around in the UK it is hard not to be aware of the inexorable growth of our population and particularly its baggage of buildings, vehicles and stuff which congests our cities and landscape. In most UK towns it is hard not to feel the press of humanity and our uncanny ability to discover more and more things ...
... 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 ...
... Of course it is only the remnants of my accounting past that made me keep track of these figures. The bare statistics can in no way really tell the story of our experience. That will only even become known to us during the weeks and months ahead.
I wonder though of the goal which we described in the title we gave this blog before setting out: "Seeking a new story for life along the Mary Michael Pilgrims Way". Perhaps that is for others to comment on as I ...
... of the world, and their connection with the legends of dragons:
"The people of East Anglia are familiar with dragons. For many centuries the countryside has, according to popular legend, been exceptionally well populated with them. The eighth-century poem of Beowulf recounts how he was mortally wounded by a fire-breathing dragon which was guarding a hoard of buried treasure, and medieval monks record in their manuscripts all manner of ...
It's 6am and pulling back the curtains I know I’ve been given a special treat. The blackness has a different altogether denser consistency which sucks me into it. Last night, walking home from dinner, a gauzy curtain of mist had descended reminding me autumn is steadily consuming what’s left of the year. I can’t describe the effect on my soul of walking through the misty blackness with lights twinkling into oblivion as I pass. After blogging last night I ...