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(enters Torquay)
(searches Torquay for hoover bags)
(it's the biggest town for over twenty miles)
(it entirely lacks hoover bags)
(leaves Torquay, finds some in a tiny electrical shop in Paignton)
(for the five hundredth time, despairs of Torquay)

 Cockington! A lovely tiny village of thatched cottages surrounded by the concrete massed urbations of Torquay. Today I was there, doing my conservation "bit", infilling gullied bridleways. And digging drainage channels. During lunch I dropped in on fellow pagan and general coolperson Kim, who runs a pottery in the touristy part of Cockington ( ( Read more... )

Aaaaah. Recovering from intense digging yesterday, restoring a path in Torquay overlooking Babbacombe beach. I am very tired and it's just catching up on me. I'll see if I can finish this before collapsing.

What happened this week, I've gone blank

Oh here it comes: tried to do some organising for Ostara (the Spring equinox) ritual. I am rubbish at ( Read more... )