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Widows Weeds

Wearing black to indicate mourning is an established practice in many parts of the world, although in some places, particularly Asia, they wear white, or even red and other bright colours.   It’s apparently an exclusively European tradition whereby widows remain in black til the end of their...

Womans Best Friend?

It’s funny how sometimes it can be a completely innocent remark, a throw away comment, which can make the world seem right again or alternatively throw you over the edge. A strangers’ greeting, or a gesture from a passer by, and the dynamic of the day can tilt and bend unnervingly. And so it is...

My Travelling Companion

I have my first bad nights’ sleep since starting on the Camino and wake at 2am. The long hard walking must have worn me out, or maybe I got used to Miriam’s very particular rhythm of the night and I’m now missing her unique sound effects. Eitherway I get up around eight feeling and looking...