52and40/33 Feel The Burn

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How is it October?  And 2017?  And, bloody hell, I’m 41.  Anxiety’s  a tide inside my flesh.  What if I don’t have time to do it all, whatever else ‘it’ might be?  Then, eight hours later, zen.

My five nights on Raasay were wonderful.  Even the fall into a wide burn as if it were a bathtub was brilliant.  I attempted a swing from a tree branch to cross the water and, well, the rest is history – especially the branch.  It was a moment time did slow though, so, beautiful in it’s own way…

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52and39/27 All The Time In The World

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I’ve little clue about geology, fossils or crystals.  It’s fair to say I’ve gone as far as avoiding being educated on any of those topics, in the main.

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I struggle with museums that let me look but not touch.  My need to touch is strong; primordial.  The only thing that dissipates it is knowing that I could touch something, if I wanted.

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Enter Mr Wood’s Fossils.  I can go there and touch something that’s 165 million years old.  I can buy the something for four and a half earth pounds.  Such wonder.

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