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Jun. 10th, 2009

Caffeine

Eyes are threatening to close by Taunton, but the Gingerbread Latte picks me up and carries me several hours on to Penryn, food, and the entire first set of Tragic Roundabout - a gypsy ska combo with a good deal of keystone cops thrown in - and I eke it out to help me along the estuary and back to the place I am sleeping

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Conundrum

If everybody ignored the please keep to the paths signs there would be no wildflower meadow, but if everybody obeyed the please keep to the paths signs nobody would know the delight of lying amongst the long grass and the wildflower meadow would have no purpose

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Miracle

I am staring at a suitcase on my living room floor, it has clothes folded in it and almost everything else I need, and it is the night before the day I am due to go away.

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Story

They say to trust the story - and it is true - tell simply and without flourish and the story will cross over - but to really take someone on a journey - it needs a little more.

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Rhythm

I got into the rhythm of the English countryside, tea in the garden and cow parsley in the hedgerows, and after the weekend it was hard to find the real world again, although I'm sure that the English countryside is part of it somehow.

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Ashton on Clun

It had the best and the worst of an English country fete, and the very best was the Shropshire Bedlams, Morris Men who give you the sense, just the echo, that these dances were once both about putting on a show to cast out evil spirits, and about making money in the lean times.

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Irresistible

It was the second river of the day, and the water was too clear, the sun too warm, the rapids switching from fast to still, and eventually it simply wasn't going to matter that we hadn't planned to swim.

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Small Country

Britain is small and everywhere is on the way to somewhere else and today I am glad to be pootling through the border lands to reach the purple painted house where there is always food, sage advice and acceptance

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Good enough

I haven't measured the distance from the edge - in fact I've lined up the images on the page entirely by sight - but still the album looks good enough.

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Football

There is nothing quite like watching football surrounded by people who care about the team - especially the eighty year old lady, hunched forward and alternately shouting , squeaking and shaking her fists at the screen.

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May. 27th, 2009

From Brant Fell

Gold skies south to the estuary, but turning the other way, we watch a downpour tracking its way down the lake and leave to avoid a drenching which does not come, but instead sends a rainbow to see us home.

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May. 25th, 2009

Lizard

We move up the garden, shifting papers drinks and books from one slate patio to the next, as the sun reaches less and less, and I remember lying on the grass, doing the same with teenage revision notes and a flower patterned sheet.

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Satisfaction

Sun shining, old friends chatting, flower bed gradually cleared of stones and weeds.

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Sensation

The sensations of healing are strange - mobility returns at the corners of the mouth and moves inwards slowly, but perceivably - whilst a strange high pitch ping buzzes through my tooth many times, and every time, I jump.

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Bank Holiday

The motorway is busy early, and I don't really care, I just want to go home.

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Fear

I have a feeling, that for some of us, equipped with the biological response mechanisms for living a difficult life at risk of starvation, animal mutilation, conflict born decapitation, the fear response just feels like it has to get use, and so creates ludicrous levels of terror about things that are in reality minor, or alternatively extrapolates dangerous things that are of small and insignificant probability to seeming likelihood; alternatively I am getting old and increasingly paranoid about my own mortality.

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