Stranglised...strange but happened.

Feel stranglised. Like drawn again plus again into situations with mainly people don't need to share life with anymore. The hold we had no longer a format need to share. Weighty paragraph.

Conflict Resolution offered along with the nature of walking daily or more whenever possible not something we can share further. As already explained. I have left the area. This part of my being is no longer around. The clouds look larger here in vastness. That chilly north sea breeze, part of the recent past gone perhaps forever.

We gather no more to idle along the promenade. No more do we observe the bikers nites, the concerts, the building works nor the men alone late at night fishing with damaged minds blighted by tales of stinging poverty. Still getting processed calls, "can you walk the dogs". "When will you be around?". I won't. Those moments only serve now to stranglise myself. It's not a cutting off it's recent ending that was known to be coming.

The clouds along the Vale of York look larger the horizon more vast the expanse across further plains. it's more huge and it makes me feel optimistic. The last month's was hectic brought return to poor health. Reminding myself why had to pilgrim away.

Forever grateful for the time with those folks. The joys we shared the conversation we had.

So to new portals reminding me of previous excursions with groups, 3 day hikes to Robin Hoods bay. Two days to recover long bus journeys back falling asleep. There no such age as forever young just getting old and feeling old. There no such place as l don't feel my age. No each year is eventually  a place called the end. Life is a journey.