Tuesday. 23. August. 1842.
A lovely day, but very warm at noon. We rode out to Marble.Town at ten oclcok, had a lovely ride, made doubly interesting by the certainty of seeing my children soon. 91 more words
Are you ever walking alone, admiring the world when you are struck by the realization that at any second you could die?
I think most of us assume we will make it to old age; whether that’s because most people do make it to that age or because we have a fear of early termination I can’t say. 414 more words
It’s been a while since I wrote about my journeys abroad and to do so about Mallorca feels slightly odd given we have friends and family there which makes it feel like a ‘home away from home’ rather than a trip into the unknown. 1,305 more words