Retreated to the hermitage of Yorkshire coast far north as we can get. Sat few cafes drinking but observing older folk in general chatting. Happy to shopped at M&S got socks they loved, knitting patterns from Market places. Old CDs.
Busker sings songs Tom Waite would sounded better mumbling. The steep hills were a challenge steps up to Richard 2nd castle. Lined with trees sometimes walls holes from battles fought keep the area free.
Gazed silently at the sea. Starred into the distance. Watched fishing boat creep into the harbour. Glazed reflection on the sea. Northern Diver came up several times before descending to depths of sea catch a few mackerel.
Curlews scattered around tideline on beach. Wagtails moved to and fro, Various gulls echoed noises, calls. Threatening annoying angry and bullying.
Happy valley feeling as assisted vulnerable older folk into a restaurant seat to enjoy his dinner, while companion placed her order. Listened to lady whose husband died she started to independently travel. Grimsby last week, West Yorkshire week before. Scarborough today.
People gathering finding time to share thoughts, vulnerability and feelings. 'God bless you' is heard transmitted it's meaning received. God bless.
But darkness is evident. Those ignoring voices of vulnerable. Powers use lies to hide mistakes Act cruelly unnecessary harsh to keep weakest shackled.
Oh Lord be my surity...So my eyes are stayed on you.As l …little humble being


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