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| Wow the days when l could walk along the pier with Matthew (my son) chatting drinking from a take away cup of tea.Gone.At present about mile is my limit but gonna push on and walk further having loads of rests if warm enough,should get lot further |
Here a view right from the end of the peir it mega blowy today but still braved it for a few moments we stopped in a cafe talk and get warm but ironicaly the wind was blowing the doors open but it was really cold in the cafe So this year is coming to an End.The WAR in Syria still goes on . . Children still being abused...Poverty still increase . .foodbanks maintain the welfare reforms..BUT like a whisper the talk of revolution is heard..like a whisper..the young become disheartened by lack of prospects aged and ill find strength in willingness to revolt..there talk on the streets . .the talk reminds us that not all is well . . there is a whisper of revolution ...Will the Arab spring hit these tiny Islands...Crap what have l been smoking ...LOL
Here a view right from the end of the peir it mega blowy today but still braved it for a few moments we stopped in a cafe talk and get warm but ironicaly the wind was blowing the doors open but it was really cold in the cafe So this year is coming to an End.The WAR in Syria still goes on . . Children still being abused...Poverty still increase . .foodbanks maintain the welfare reforms..BUT like a whisper the talk of revolution is heard..like a whisper..the young become disheartened by lack of prospects aged and ill find strength in willingness to revolt..there talk on the streets . .the talk reminds us that not all is well . . there is a whisper of revolution ...Will the Arab spring hit these tiny Islands...Crap what have l been smoking ...LOL
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