Some final thoughts about this wonderful trip.
I'm grateful for all that went well - it didnt have to be that way. I'm grateful for my strength. I'm grateful for this earth and nature.
I am especially grateful for my walking companion Linda who never broke down in a fit, put up with my slower pace and abetted me in my addiction for Lemon Drizzle cake.
I'm grateful England is England in every way because without England being England none of this would ever happen - the history, the walking, the countryside, the tea and cake - all there to inspire artists, authors, kings, builders and me. And although the people drink and smoke too much, they are a friendly, welcoming and unaffected group, at least everyone I met. Plus they speak the lingo.
Never underestimate the power of a heated towel bar.
My roots are here. I truly believe we are never far in our hearts and spirit from where we came from, England will always feel like coming home.
Till next time!
From Linda
"I found that missing lone cookie. Then I ate it. Haha.
Sent from my iPhone"
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