I still can't recall the name of this town!
Finding the key to the front door of the Sunday School was making me lose the plot. Then I recalled that the front door attacked me last night. It's one of those stable door types, but the bottom half wasn't moving as I collided with it. Merrily I was a little merry from the vino and finding this bed in a classroom. I'd left the key in the front door. Having repacked my emptied rucksack and left the room ship shape off I went to locate a cafe, putting the key through the post box of the priests home. Yesterday was the first time I'd stepped into a church and it was quite beautiful inside: I've been trying to stay clear of the Church for a while: as though I have a grievance with it. It has done wrong on many many levels, but I guess it gives millions much needed sanctuary. Mostly I find mine in the unexpected incidents: like the previous town where the bar had a "real" cider from Navarra: a guy in the bar told me I was more excited than his children are on...