Away From The Cities.
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We live in the middle of here. I had to leave home earliest this morning to shod the old Rover Tourer. Minus two degrees, dry and crisp. I left the A49 at Craven Arms towards the west and the hills. The old garage tasked with fitting my Internet purchase was magical. An old forge and for many years an evolved garage. There were petrol pumps there so old as to be unrecognisable. 125p a litre was a drawback to the quaintness, though. I left the jalopy, requiring no paper ID just a rum aside "Ye be the only Rover I'll be shoeing today" and set off into the hills for a long walk. Blue sky frequently but briefly curtained by mist and hill fog, which crept in and out of the still plentiful coloured foliage of the high forest and surrounding woodland. It was relatively quiet and very magical. The odd tractor bumbled past with a cheery wave as I stepped aside to guarantee a safe acquaintance. Birds flashed around, sheep gazed as I passed their fences. A look of contented warmth and gratitude in their faces for the excellent coats they were wearing against the impressive cold. I was still in my thoughts. Wikileaks far from my head but still an interesting anticipation as to how well they might be suppressed. A feeling of superiority over the Bilderbergers whose understanding of value added living extends only to power, tax, money and corruption. The wealth of pure joy this mornings stroll, new hellos and sheer life as it should be was exhilarating. I left my "shoe smith" with a pint of beer and a thank you. I hope I manage to share this warm glow with others far away.