scribbles tagged ‘England’
Labyrinths have a a physical pull, a gravity. They pull you into their pathway. Unlike a maze they provide a single pathway, there are no tyrannous choices. You walk the gentle curves that wind you slowly and steadily towards the centre. If several people walk the labrynth one after another, they can seem to be walking in opposite dirctions, passing each other several times on their journey towards the centre. This passing prompts smiles, laughter, greetings and an acknowledgement of the shared destiny. The meeting in the middle.
There are 3 modern labrynths on the Ridgeway by Streatley. They are constructed from small trenches and rises in the ground, the rises are marked with sparsely placed local stone, flint. The low hung sunlight of the summer solstice helped to highlight their presence and draw us in…
Early morning climbing the steep hillside at Streatley to the Ridgeway with friends. We watched the solstice sun rise in the distance. Toasting the arrival of the green man with mead, elderflower champagne, and sloe gin made with sloes from a nearby tree. Then cleansing each other with some homegrown sage smudging
After some dancing around local labyrinths and rambling through forests we made our way home for fried-egg sandwiches all around. An excellent start to the new year…
wendy: Norfolk and Norwich
The Canadian’s face instantly flushed red as he smiled, then catuiously asked
Did you just say no fücking nor witch?
Wendy: I want Oxblood red please!
Conkers footwear facilitator (CFF): You can have any of these colours, you can have different colours for different feet, different colours for different sections of the boot, what would you like?
Wendy: Oh, Oh, OH, purple, no green, no this electric blue, no brown. Oh! … um, Oxblood red please..
I discovered Conkers shoes in the summer of 1986. discovered after having been sent there by a bouncy student friend from Newton Abbot who’s boots I couldn’t help but admire. By the time I found Conkers they were 9 years old and had a small shop at the top of Totnes High street.
They now have a larger shop half way up Totnes High street. As a student I couldn’t afford the luxury of a well made, durable, easy to repair, natural tree-rubber soled, funky coloured, personalised pair of shoes. I sulked and promised myself that when I had a job I would come back and treat myself. I’ve had one job or another for nearly 20 years. This week I went back to Totnes and now I have a pair of boots being made-up to fit. I suspect I will be back again… for purple, or green, or…
It looks like Englands natural boundary with the Welsh people and Britains longest river, Severn, has taken pride in recent rainfalls swelling to make Tewkesbury an island: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_pictures/6909162.stm
The grey sky and drizzle here in Seattle across the last week feels rather pathetic by comparision.