Some thoughts about Ireland, etc.
Looking back last night on this final stage I know it was the least 'pilgrimage-like' of all the summer's challenges to overcome. The absolute loneliness I felt while passing through my home country, the Netherlands, Germany and Ireland was beginning to unravel the good work I had achieved during France and Spain, where I shared the experience with others from dawn until dusk. Often I have suggested I enjoy being on my own, but this hides me in a separateness from the majority I want to be accepted and applauded by. It feels possible for me, and has been for 99% of my life, to exist without companionship at a definitive level. But there is another part of me that seems to have been left behind by 'a' society; perhaps I chose not to be a part of my 'real' society who were those who aspired to achievements beyond the paradoxical crossroads bringing the Great North Road along High Street and North Street in Wetherby. A dichotomy to be accepted by those I sho...