The Larches Guest House Norwich
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... thoughts you may have. Any contribution you feel inclined to offer about our experiences and the issues we have raised would be most welcome. For now we simply want to thank you for coming along on the journey with us.
And a final thought from David Whyte, the poet we have discovered along the wayside:
“What I have not seen
or failed to see
I leave as a gift."
... to the monsters.
...................rural life was inextricably linked with the habits of these capricious beasts. Occasionally, they were in docile mood, basking languidly on hills and rocks of a summer evening. At other times they caused havoc amongst the populace, mauling and devouring cattle and sheep and terrorising villages. The local dragon, it seems, was an essential feature of life in the old days.
Even when most of them had ...
... David and Steve standing hidden from one another but in our view, hold their dowsing rods, which react to the currents at precisely the same point. We may not have walked across them, but we feel their energy crossing the current in the water we are passing along.
Tying up the boat at its mooring at Somerleyton, our journey ends a short car ride away at Fritton. And so we are left to contemplate our last overnight stop on the Mary Michael Pilgrims Way.
... B..................... and blogging with the caffeine stimulation provided at the Costa coffee outlet.
By 10pm when we arrive back in our room we have the quiet satisfaction of knowing that our pilgrimage record is bang up to date. The only slight worry that I carry into my dreams is that after thirty hours of being balanced upon our hot towel rail and giving off a heady smell that is indescribable in its nauseous aroma, our shoes are still not ...
... by our side are higher than the road we walk along we find moderately confronting, but we press on regardless. We summon up the courage to take what looks to be a major off road bridleway to cut through to South Elmham Hall. When we see a small sign indicating it’s an ancient footpath called Debb’s Lane we take it as a good omen. Immediately we are thrown into the world of slippery, squelchy, and sodden. After ten weeks of walking it is hard to keep upright.