Days pass. Not much wayfaring and not much writing. The two are connected. I had promised to dedicate a post to Lady in Red , who writes “I love it when you describe the places you walk through, bringing it alive for those of us who can only imagine both the countryside and the industrial areas around you.” And about those industrial areas, a friend writes “Remember that you live in a tough district of a tough town” as if it excused anything. Living here was my choice & I couldn’t wish for better. What is life, but to enter into a relationship with one’s immediate environment and to survive---physically of course, but emotionally too? To live alongside manual workers, and be one myself---this is what I want, whilst I have the strength. Each day I make choices, according to my feeling. I sit here at the keyboard a little, reading my regular list of blogs, commenting on them sometimes. I write things too, draft out blog posts---that’s my highest literary ambition---and usually aband...