"... it makes you believe you can do more than you think you can do. Here, you have to understand the positioning of St. Ives a bit: the town is on a peninsula: to the northeast, you have the long expanse of beach and coves and coastal life. To the southwest you have the rugged cliffs and wild heath: heather, gorse and scrub and not much else. This is where I'm heading."
Hearty travel-blogging from Nina, about as far southwest as you can get in England.
The book "Wild" is "Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail."
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I'm reading the book "Wild" at the moment. It does this to you: it makes you believe you can do more than you think you can do.
Nina's version of Hold my beer and watch this!
the book is a whinefest.if she had died due to being ill prepared it would have made the book better. They killed a horse brutally!!!!
did she really hike the trail? I bet it comes out in the future that she did not.
I like the idea of Cornwall wild.
I miss the days when people kept their personal grooming preferences to themselves.
I am not Laslo. ( but I do what I can )
Now Irene is traveling down towards the end of the AnglesLand from the Glastonbury/Exeter/Portsmouth part of Devon. Which makes it as far from anywhere as you can get and still call the place England.
Can I have that second scone?
Makes me wonder if Nina has ever been to the furthest Southwest corner of Wisconsin - a part of the state settled by the Cornish.
St Mawes in Cornwall is absolutely charming or you can watch the Doc Martin series for armchair travel.
Poldark country.
As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven wives. And every wife had seven sacks, and every sack he;d seven cats and every cat had seven kittens.
Kittens, cats, sacks, and wives, how many were there going to St. Ives?
Cornwall and Dorset are great places to visit. I was enjoying your retired fellow law prof's blog until I got to the line about the burgers. She doesn't eat 'em unless she's sure that they are not sourced from places or methods she finds "reprehensible".
My stars and garters--a Berkeley foodie in the heartland.
But since my wife is a somewhat newly fledged grandma, I can appreciate the blogger's agonizing over a choice of a dress for her granddaughter.
If she goes to Paris next year, there's a shop called the Parisian Princess--just for little girls. And she can spend an afternoon agonizing before retiring to a comfortable brasserie.
I read Wild a couple of years ago. I recommend it. Bill Bryon's A Walk in the Woods, too, for a completely different look at more or less the same subject.
Answer to my 9:00 comment: Just one. Reread first line if you don't see why.
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