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I awaken early and go off to eat an early breakfast, planning to get in some quiet writing time before many people are about. Over breakfast I meet Jane, an elder, who tells stories not for money, not as a profession, but because that is what she is called to

I awaken early from my mattress on the floor of the yurt which I share with two singer songwriters and a storyteller in the performers’ yurt village at Embercombe and head off showerwards in the blazing sunshine. Here I encounter another reason why I question the purpose of large gatherings;

After spending the morning, finally, after what seemed like several days, having an opportunity to use the internet and make a long phone call to my beloved, I leave Christofffer’s peaceful ex cow shed home in the valley leading into Tedburn St Mary’s, and set out southwards headed

I say good bye to my lovely hosts in Cullompton and backtrack slightly to visit Cafe Sustain and the Cullomprton Integrated Health Centre. This brainchild of Simon Mills has been on my radar for some time now and paves a way forward for transition health and well being. It combines

Today I crossed the Devon border; it was a good feeling, though it has rained non stop on me for 20 miles it still couldn’t stop the feeling of elation I felt as I walked a quarter of a mile along the A38 to make a bit of a

Val walks with me on to the start of the Bridgwater and Taunton Canal and I spend a pleasant day walking its length. It was never built for much trade, principally the carrying up to Bridgwater of the wool from Taunton so it makes for very pleasant walking, soft Somerset