Day 3 August 9 2001

The Third day of this, our strange odyssey, has been a confused jumble of everything, so much so that it hardly seems like the same day. Heather's family has arrived, bringing our strange little ceremony one step closer. Arnold was overawed by being in a garden such as Audrey and Den's.

The view from the back forty is indescribable down onto the Shrewsbury plain. I almost feel as though I’m atop a mountain looking out at the great flat that stretches, in neatly hedged shapes, off to the infinite.

Travelled to Church Stretton once more today and arranged to have Heathers etching framed. The difference between her two etchings is like night and day and while her first is excellent the second declares her talent as a true artist.

I’ve notices, as I write this that my thoughts flow far faster than I can write and my script ends up ragged and my words not fully formed. So frequently my sentences make little sense. Leonardo wrote backwards, I have no such need.

I have dubbed Audrey the Ample Provider and through her hands all of our needs are solved as though by magic. She is an amazing woman, every task she sets her hand to is resolved and always with a smile and a bit of a tale. The work ethic that built this farm is difficult for a gadabout such as I to understand. While I sleep until noon a world is built around me.

I have determined that on the first day biking we will strive to reach the town of Clun. But the names of the towns around us draw my eye like magnets. Who can resist the lure of Caer Caradoc?

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