Being The Change…

We wandered up the little street, that we had run along only a few hours earlier… We were in search of some lunch… Instead of empty quiet, we now dodged weaving mopeds, a donkey pulling a cart, crowds wandering too in the heat that had risen to the heavy level you can almost touch, slice…

Enjoying Marrakech, Enjoying Riad Saba, Enjoying the Difference…

The dust was whipping all around the streets, whirling around, stinging our eyes, getting into our mouth if we didn’t keep is closed tight… The bright blue sky, and searing heat, that had greeted us when we arrived, was replaced by heavy humid grey… We had lunched in a little restaurant with brightly coloured table…

Celebrating Similarity, Difference and Change…

Anadi and I arrived here in Ilfracombe on Monday evening, we were met by our host who wasn’t wearing shoes! ‘Barefoot’ I exclaimed as if I were greeting one of my tribe… ‘I’m always getting told off for it’ he laughed… ‘No no…’ I continued; ‘I’m a barefooter too…’ I didn’t realise until that moment…

We Are One…

As I sit here writing I can hear rain, persistent and heavy… All I’ve heard is rain since we arrived in England last Wednesday… But it lends itself to a green lush land, and is an enjoyable and different experience for us – as well as for my feet..  Although Anadi has laughingly asked me…

Journeying Far…

We woke to a grey blowy day and I stepped out into a land of green grey; Dorset stone rising around me; grey slippy pavement beneath my bare feet… Feeling the energy of the earth beneath my soles, I ran down the road to the beach. The squawking seagulls circled around the empty space, sweeping…