No nocturnal ramble for me last night. I was feeling washed
up, courtesy of the CFS symptoms. I knew the surface of the lane would be treacherous
due to black ice, and that it was the coldest night of the winter to date, so I
stayed in by the fire. I felt better tonight, so normal service was resumed.
* * *
There’s a major trunk road, the A50, which runs about six
miles south of here. It acts as a feeder road for the English North Midlands,
and also links the M1 motorway in the east with the M6 in the west. East
Midlands Airport
is close to the eastern end of it, so you can understand how busy it is night
and day.
As I was walking along Mill Lane
tonight, I looked over the landscape to the lights of the A50 which can just be
seen in the distance. I felt a sudden and deep sense of pleasure and gratitude
that I was walking alone in the quiet of natural darkness, with just the trees,
the owls and the lying snow for company, and not down there among the frantic,
artificial world of Western man.
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