A rebel without a clue.

There are reasons for everything, but knowing the depths of their mysterious truths is something I find blows my mind! Just now I looked out of the cabin window just as we were leaving Blighty a little west of Brighton so I saw the entirety of Michael's and my journey from Shoreham on Sea to Brighton, then to East Dean onwards to Birling Gap before we returned west to the Seven Sisters, Cuckmere Haven, Plough and Harrow, Alfriston and hitchhiking to Seaford when the bus failed to materialize... ... As I retook my seat after a short toilet visit there was the French Coast and Dieppe - another time and another Way/Weg/Camino/Chemin. It's all open to interpretation and, perhaps, only has the meaning I give it, but my time in this universe doesn't feel random. There is my other way: the Path being the destination. It sparkles. Mañana is definitely day one of a Camino - either  El Camino de Santiago desde Tarragona  or another way which I will connect with in the morning. *** Th...

Sunday morning. Took to bed rather early: around 7. And slept until around 6. It's a bit grey and sullen outside threatening rain I guess. Still the allotment needs me for one final visit prior to Spain (aka Catalonia) tomorrow. Was woken startled by the sounds of explosions. Then I recalled there was to be an end of the proms fireworks display on The Ings. Grumbling a bit from the inconvenience I rolled back into sleep. Getting ready for a visit to the allotment for the final time for a few days. Just to see if any strawberries are ready and to chop back some of the taller weeds along the edges: before they go to seed!  *** Nuff done. Loads of weed clearing, strawberry protection - grass cuttings. Nice 3 hours. Quick Old Peculier in Bar Three where there are two very annoying and arseholed regulars... It's 12:30. I bet they've been at it all evening and morning as those two can drink! I've heard said that Steve is a Mason, he's a very alcoholic one. I am meant to s...