I'm walkin'. Yes indeed, and I'm talkin'

From the rooftops I see houses, I see counties that border sea.
In the distance foreign mountains, one of those rivers is calling me.

There's only four ways to get unraveled. One is to sleep and the other is travel.
One is a bandit up in the hills. One is to love your neighbor 'till
....his wife gets home

Some kind of vague travelblog, about this n' that, and whatever else I may encounter on the road.

Tuesday, 23 June 2009

half way?

Phase 1 (in which Doris gets her oats) is complete. So it's my day of rest, and preparation for Glastonbury, and another week in a tent.

All the posts back to the 15th June will be properly updated when I get the time. But for now, adieu...adieu, to you and you and you.
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