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To seek some spiritual minimalism I slithered around the almost frozen fishing ponds at Soughley on a very dark afternoon. Not, perhaps the best place to seek enlightenment.
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Good old William Blake:
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Good old Bob Dylan:
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
Good old Bob Dylan:
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
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A more earthbound journey took Brenda and I to the wonderful Gainsborough Old Hall.
http://www.gainsborougholdhall.com/
We were able to get free admission by handing over our bank cards but much bad karma followed after the we failed to notice that the receptionist had given us back the other's card, which led to password chaos for a couple of days. We were however able to enjoy the peacefulness of the Old Hall before our PINs were scrambled.
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The kitchen was a symphony of medieval brickwork. The besoms are original although they have had five new heads and three new handles.
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I wisely resisted the temptation to dress up as Henry VIII (clothes were available) and sit at high table.
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They don't make oak trees like they used to.
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Or beds
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The nearby Georgian Parish Church told of a more prosperous time and a more Christian population.
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