A rebel without a clue.

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 ...

Over to Costa for an erstwhile coffee. Woke up at six. Remade the bed then heard wood pigeons. Morning prayer is at 7:30 in Our Lady Martyrdom chapel. When I collected my pilgrim credentials yesterday the lady at that post said there were two Dutch people who had picked up theirs earlier in the day. Perhaps they will be in the chapel this morning. It is Ash Wednesday. It is here! It was a long time coming! A brief breakfast with Austin and An other then I set off back to the Cathedral to see the congregation gather for the Eucharist. But I can't partake in any of the prayers, excepting the Lords Prayer, so I couldn't go into that chapel and listen to any more of the Psalms. There is no reason for vengeance in the message of Christ. I don't know how it got into the story of Christ at all? The weather is sharp showers and chilly, it passes for the sun to appear and me to sweat inside my rain jacket. No sign of any of our orange cousins on the route so far. Finally I have r...

It's just me at the refractory table. I've some saucisson, rye bread and a belly of local ale - three pints at The Foundry brew pub. Austin and Micael are out. It is nice to be here on the main thoroughfare in Canterbury alone. I am ready for the off. Canterbury has the cathedral and the pilgrims hospital for me. The main way is the same souvenir coffee shop retail parade that is representative of every town, city and suburb in this era. In London I saw an Ethiopian roasting coffee for a genuine cup of what we no longer consider a luxury. St John's off Waterloo Road. The best cup I ever had was at the mediaeval fayre in Sherwood Forest back in 2008. Some mockery of the Knights of St John made Kava. Near to the optional original heart of that forest I felt the crusaders were home! There is no centre in a forest unless you are an outlaw keeping Him at a distance. Stout men in heavy garments polishing spears and swords for another go at the Saracens! Are we back there again i...

Lost note. Oh well. Not quite Coleridge. At platform C Waterloo East. It's a little cold this morning, but not windy. I've discovered that my boots are retaining moisture from my thick socks - thick wool socks so today I try a different method. Only man made fabric. This morning I looked around The Cut and found the three vintage Citroens which line Roupell Street. They're a tourist destination for me. Didn't manage to get to the Scooter Works on Lower Marsh, but I've enough coffee already. One 99pence filter at Pret, there are so many coffee shops in London. What else is there here? Millions rushing to their many boxes being drawn to the ball and chain. I stood and giggled. Then gave my remaining change to a homeless guy. He's from Adelaide and used to work in the film industry. Now he's on the streets next to Southwark Underground. Now I am heading east of on an earlier train to Canterbury. Had a lovely breakfast chat with the three Sister's at the ...

The harshest experience I've ever had must be finding Inner Temple Gardens closed off because of 30mph winds! Surely those barrister's are insured against a falling tree? No doubt the discount is mighty? Setting off down Gray's Inn Street I quickly arrived at Fleet Street and from there it was not long until I crossed Millennium Bridge. I will never forget the short cuts in London to try to keep away from tourists and the law. I found myself laughing at my surprise at arriving at the junction of Fleet and Fetter so soon. The backpack is heavy but not over the top. The weather might be inclement but it can't be the Aubrac in May 2013! That would really be a surprise? Maybe a welcome challenge. So my route was curtailed to the Thames, but eventually I came upon it at the end of Temple Avenue. The mighty Thames where slavery is still shackled to the brick and mortar edifices. No longer filled to the waterline with vessels, but pushed upon by every quay and embankment so th...

God is the Mind with which I think (Lesson 45). Good, Monday, morning! I awoke at four with excitement at the challenge of the next few weeks. Did my laundry at six, having turned over in bed for a couple l of hours before deciding it was a waste of precious hours. My rucksack I packed on Sunday evening. It might be a little heavy. I am not sure I will need a bivouac really and the two banana rye breads I baked last night are fairly heavy - a kilo at least, but I assume they will be gone before France(I read on Wikipedia that rye bread keeps weeks but I am not sure bananas don't go rancid if not totally dehydrated?) After a really very hot bath ... The last for a while ... I opened the window to be greeted by rain, so what. Yes I will get wet. So what. As long as the jacket I own doesn't give out too readily ... I have gaiters and eVent trousers and plenty of wicking layers. Last night I stupidly decided to update my rooted Galaxy Tab S and found I was stuck in a loop. Inf...

The Ego pits illusions against truth to such an extent that even my perception of presence is flawed, indeed false. I cannot witness to presence here. The illusion is a projection outside the Oneness. Try as I might being present is not possible outside until it occurs naturally inside. To see the Real World is only possible once the illusion has been revealed for the imposter it is. It came to me that every action is only a reaction to the illusion. Stillness is still an illusion, as that too is a projection. A couple of days remain of the longest waiting game I set myself. The clock ticks relentlessly but from Monday I will leave time on the train leaving sunless Leeds ... And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes Final visit to Hebden Bridge for a while, perhaps I will return to that Course group once France returns south in my mind. Yesterday I realised nothing at all matters here - not even walking makes any difference. It is only...