I was distracted from writing by an excellent few days, but I did pen this – almost as it was happening. The course material started this train of thought, focusing on who we are… There is a chapel atop a rocky outcrop near St. Beuno’s, the key to which is normally on the hook in the boot room, or so we were informed. No key… But the sign said something about a sticky lock and not to lock it. I climbed the hill full of expectation about what the chapel might be like, the views, the nature on...
Greenbelt over, school looming. Is there much to look forward to save for the usual autumnal festivities? It’s no good thinking that the year...
