Wednesday, 7 July 2010

Bagendon 7th July

Feel like we are on a very priviliged journey through villages that
are so beautiful that they are almost unbearable, sleepy , quaint ,
twee , not sure that I would want to live in one of them but lush to
pass through. The thought of re -integration is a horrid one. Know
that time is going to rush through, trying to live in the moment and
not think endlessely about the next thing, jasper has seemingly taken
speed and is running around us all in manic figures of eight whilst we
are trying to eat lunch . The donkeys are not tied up and keep
lurching over us, teddy is trying to eat everything including an empty
crisp packet a chess piece and teddys panniers . Wd are staying in a
huge house tonight at the top of a hill which will be good pushing for
my thighs .

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