I’ve always loved maps… I can remember, when a child, being bought a fold-out schematic of a town with streets, main roads, a river, a hill and a railway line.
There is so much going on that you can miss him on the downward leg of the guided introduction to Portmeirion. In a world of the strangely beautiful, one in
The Sunday morning guided meditation took the Companions back to the place where they had begun to seek answers to their own riddles. To begin the day in silent communion
Within the blood of life, the love is colour: The lime-shine kiss of spring’s new fingers The rising sun, the heart of gold The mellow blaze as autumn lingers. And
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