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Where do I stop and the peaks begin? Where’s the separation, where’s the division? There is no separation, in a moment it’s gone. Where the peaks rise, I am there. They rise in me, and I rise in them.

Woolacombe Beach, North Devon. A vast expanse of sand, with chip vans strategically posted along the beach in summer, what a wonderful idea! Dunes to climb, sheep moving in strange, slow scattered formations across acres of green valley behind, ice cream shops, Londis store, and family attractions. All the worries of the modern world disappeared. EverythingContinue reading “North Devon Soul”

Madrid’s Casa de Campo parkland, today, 9.30am. Wonderfully unkempt, dry as a bone, pine and holm oaks, rabbits and ants. It’s good to get out…