From Temple Ewell to Brêmes
The clocks ticking to remind me of my death; I am awake at six. Why does anyone require more than one time piece? And why must they all tick off another second from our short mortality? Such a snug bed otherwise and Ruth provided a wonderfully healthy supper. Last night she went to a Pentecostal Church group and took the lovely Husky girl - but I only just heard them return as I was fading fast. Can't have been later than nine. Reading a few pages of RC last night it is impossible not to think those people venturing out on the wild seas really were brave and resourceful. To manage not to kill himself with the food he prepared, butchering goats, birds and turtles. And to discover methods of drying grapes and basket making. It makes me certain the industrial revolution made us dispossessed of the land and the ways of the land. Now we have artisans then we had to survive. The village is named for the Knights Templar and a water source. This morning I will set off at eight and head ...