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The Golden Egg
I know that there are some sweet souls who have been following Pete’s and my journey for quite a few years now and I am humbled and full of gratitude for the support and solidarity that you have shown to us as we go from one adventure to another. You will already be familiar with […]
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Just In Case…
I’m absolutely serious about wanting you to give meditation and dowsing a try. And just in case you are not yet convinced I thought that I’d write another post and try to tempt you by telling you about some of the things that can happen when we tap into the oneness of the universe and […]
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Two Very Special Gifts
It’s so nearly the end of the year and already I am impatient to start 2022. It’s almost here, up there on the brow of the hill, I can see it twinkling and shiny and full of new possibilities and hope. And oh how I wish that I could be sitting with you now and […]
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Hugs In The Time Of Covid
A few weeks ago, my younger brother, Ollie, sent me one of his old jumpers. In recent years, it’s become something of a tradition that I inherit his cast offs. It started because whenever he came to stay, he’d always accidentally leave something behind when he left. And as it so happens, most often it […]
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Hearing Myself Think
This post follows on from Finding Enchantment. Today is one of those gentler autumn days, seasonally breezy but with just the right amount of bluster. Not so much of a gale that it demands us to hurriedly down tools to retrieve buckets flying round the garden or, inside to hastily fasten angry doors and windows. […]
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Finding Enchantment
‘We who live in quiet places have the opportunity to become acquainted with ourselves, to think our own thoughts, to live our lives in a way that is not possible for those keeping up with the crowd.’ Laura Ingalls Wilder The idea for this post came to me shortly after we moved here in June […]
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One For Sorrow, Two For Joy
We loved the Chinese Laundry hostel so much that we ended up staying an extra night. The piles of laundry and towels had begun to feel like home. We also went to see the other houses that I’d arranged for us to view. After The Red House, each viewing felt like we were having to […]
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Two Roads Diverged …
My response to Irishman’s ‘I could live here’ was played very carefully. Inside I was bursting with excitement. What had it taken to change his mind so quickly? He’s not one to bow to pressure so easily. I was expecting it to take at least a month to wear him down, to get him to […]
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