It's Sunday morning. Something just feels different today. A kind of peaceful optimism is hovering over us, mingled with sunshine and a light breeze. And as we bump in to coast to coaster and coast to coaster (almost a tongue twister) it seems everyone is feeling the same way. We can do this!
Our PR guru, Esme (may be for hire at the right price) set a competitive sales quota as she hustled every hiker she saw into taking one of our flyers. We have not met a single adult who can turn her down yet. Bonus - it helps her to forget her tired legs.... for a moment.
Bumping into old friends was a total booster to the day. All the single ladies...I found where the men are hiding. Each one fit and healthy and still got their own teeth. With that and all the weight one looses on such an adventure, this is surely the way to spend a summer holiday. Who needs a cruise liner!
Interesting. This needs further investigation...
Yes, Sundays are special days.
'S was born in Bradford but her parents were born in the
Balkans. They had to flee the Balkan war. They left their home the day when they
woke up to birds singing – and nothing else. They knew the war had been coming,
but never thought it would arrive. They went to a neighbour’s house, and hid in
their cellar. And waited.'
Article submitted by Anon.
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