Raining. Mist covered the mountains again and two slightly miffed individuals got up, showered, ate and sat shivering in the awning for a bit, then went back to bed with a bottle of whiskey to watch a DVD of ‘Fever Pitch’ given free with the News of the World that we found in the entertainment box. Two hours of testosterone-fuelled football mania made slightly more bearable by having Colin Firth as the lead. Still it killed time whilst the rain at least paused for a bit, probably to gather up strength for another night of downpours. Can we at least have a lightening show to accompany tonight’s efforts please?
We have resorted to leaving the stove on all afternoon too in the hope it might help dry out the washing and allow us some breathing space in the van. At least the socks don’t feel sodden anymore, just damp.
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins