Yes, Britain really is that foggy.
At St Michael’s Mount in Cornwall, England in 2010.
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There is no mystery that won’t be revealed, Andreas, including which of the ten lost tribes you belong, more likely than not. Western fiction author Louis L’Amour wrote that after traveling for years a certain thing happened to him, he lost all further need for ‘yondering’- memory crystallized and at whim could return the sense, feel, and emotion of each place, plant and animal, without effort. He then began writing. As Hemingway also noted, it doesn’t have to be real, only “true”. Hemingway spent his time in the Louvre, where he said he learned to write by studying the masters (A Moveable Feast). What? Must have been studying the set, layout, background to each painting. He didn’t elaborate.
My two favorites: the bible parable of the wheat and the tares, and The Water Babies, by Kingsley.
Born in Munich, childhood in Garmisch, raised in Texas. Years at sea among the nations. How did I arrive before you? Searching St, Michael’s Mount. Caveat: it sits atop a ley line. Arthur was no saint. Nor is Rh neg blood anything noble in God’s eyes. Farewell my friend.