Let us praise the small roads, the ones we know by place names not numbers: Paddlesworth Road, Birling Hill, Snodland Road. Let us praise being sure of where we have come from or where we are heading to. And let us praise their raised shoulders of earth crowned with trees, a sudden slap of a red post box on a bend, a memory of quenched thirst sunk into an old stone wall. Let us praise too those who walk, ride and run them, adding their footsteps to the centuries of history, to the stories sitting behind us, and the one we are moving through that never, even if we do, really ends.
...for good reading & writing, good running days, good food & making good on intentions.
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I imagine the man crunching gears into reverse, side-swiping the bramble hedge then raising a wave of gravel as he hurtles back into so...
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... from the inspiring Angela Hirst at the good soup . I've been following Angela's blog since I first started The Hungry Writer p...
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for Mammy It has never been in your nature to give up, not even at catering college when the head chef put you to peeling and chopping ...