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"End to End via the Margins"
-the diary of a walk.

Diary

Roadside inventory: the detritus of 21st century civilisation;-

  • plastic cup fragments
  • old lager cans
  • crisp packets
  • red bull cans
  • fag packets with health warnings in Arial Narrow
  • sandwich packets
  • lolly sleeves
  • a bit of nostalgia (see picture)
  • plastic wheel trims
  • cap retainer off a spring water bottle
  • pieces of plastic too old to identify and about a million years too young to rot
  • luggage elastic
  • green plastic boules ball
  • "boys and girls" sucette bag
  • pop bottles (obviously)
  • and, I should also mention, abundant primroses, as there have been ever since Land's End
... of course this would be a poor sample for any would be archaeologist of the 21st century to probe, because, rather than representing the population as a whole, it only reflects the consuming habits of people who can't be bothered taking their rubbish with them.

It was a good day for walking, cooler and, for a while, cloudier than yesterday, made even better by my host's offer to take the bag in her car almost to halfway.

Some of the raods are unavoidable B-roads, and I've been trying to train the drivers by giving the considerate ones a smile and a friendly wave, and scowling at the other sort. No success so far. ISTR there's an experimental junction in the Netherlands where all the markings have been taken out. Road users including motorists are forced to slow down enough to make eye contact with each other and KSI's have reduced dramatically. Surely when we drive we are in relationship with other road users: we might as well acknowledge the fact.

The place I'm staying tonight is run by a couple from South Molton Baptist Church. They proudly showed me a video of how their church is blossoming with the help of the Home Missions Fund. Young people were on the church's mind ... "there's nothing for them to do here in South Molton" - they were just doing alcohol and other drugs ... well if there's nothing to do here it's a long way to anywhere else of any size. It was odd to hear this market town compared with a run down urban area. But as if to confirm the validity of the comparison, my host had his cards nicked this afternoon.

Pictures from today...
Roadside nostalgia
Here's one for Janet...
Chipboard plant - the first place I've seen for some time recognisable as somewhere where a number of people might work
Prayer
Living God
we pray for people who have had crimes done against them.
Help them overcome the shock
and to rebuild their lives again.
Help them to overcome their disappointment with human nature
and to rebuild their trust again.
Take their anger and make it
an anger of creation
and not destruction.
Give them, we pray, all that they need.

Merciful God
we pray for people who do crime.
We do not know their struggles, their temptations,
what it is that holds them prisoner.
We do not always know what to say,
but in your mercy, God, be near them.
© Bob Warwicker. The words here may be reproduced freely, but not for gain, or without attribution. All alterations must have the permission of the author.