We took a trip up through Shaftsbury, a city on a plateau with spectacular views all about.

The major thing we did todays was watch Colin fly his gliders.



Colin cracked up one glider while landing and brought the other craft into a perfect landing.
Then, with the wind picking up, we abandoned the hilltop for the safety of Colin’s driving. He took us on the poor mans tour of the Stourhead gardens, peering in from the road we saw the grotto, the lake, the replica pantheon and could only dream about having that money.
The rest of the day was mostly quiet, spent in conversation with the Ormans and each other.
We had a long conversation about what it means to be Canadian and what vitues Canadians hold dear. Both Heather and I found as we talked that we loved how the new generation of Canadians had been brought up with the a belief that we have a right to access all cultures and not only study them but experience them to their fullest.
We also felt proud that we are striving to be ethnicity and nationality blind. As a country built of immigrants it would not behoove us to be so worried about the states and nations we have left behind except to admire all that is good in our mother cultures. I say this knowing it is not fully true but that it is a goal that we would even think about striving towards makes us feel good.
What I have written makes no sense, so I must mean every word of it.
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2 comments:
Nice to see you enjoyed Shaftesbury but in the link to the town's website you have spelt it Shaftsbury, missing an e :( just thought I would let you know.
My journal is riddled with spelling mistakes. I'm trying to stay as close to the source text as possible.
Brendan
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