Cold and free

The Old Dart/21/09/2010

Sitting on a train on the way to London from York  where I have done the tourist bit walked the wall ,up a castle tower,down into the Iviking village which is under the city where it was found during building construction it is amazing .Beautiful gardens and trees along the river .Yorkshire food festival was on so lots of good fresh food around.Plent of pubs to have the odd ale which is of course mandatory to do  when on holidays sat in the local reading the paper just chillin and must admit first time for a long time just done nothing.

Got of the plane from Nairobi 6.30am into town on the train met up with my mate Jill at the Farmers Club had not seen her for 17 years.

Bought a shirt and off we went o Wolverhampton races where she had a horse running and then onto Maltby to her place got there about midnight I guess so was a bit tired and the next morning was the worst hangover I have had in a long long time.but soldiered on.

Off to Jills apartment in Filey on the beach near Scarborough a small place like heaven just so good.The sanity was certainly back in the grey matter .fantastic weather ,sea just magic .the food at the Vic just like home ,the lobster out of the water and into the pot just bliss after goat and chicken. Great time great company. Thanks heaps Jill

Jills view to the right and the left

So now on the way to London have a look around and the off to Avignon  on Friday on the Fast train so that will be an experience to look forward too. Hopefully couple more people to catch up with in London.

Train system here just great go any where regular ,reliable, not that cheap but there are the off peak specials.Realy nice to have afamiliar language around even though the broubh can be a bit hard to understand my hearing is not getting any better so may be will h ave to look after it a bit better.

The freedom we have here and at home is now something I will never take for granted and makes me appreciate what we have and the sacrifices made by our compatriots to ensure we keep it that way.

The South Sudanse fought a twenty year war to obtain what they called freedom but are still a long way away. You just can’t go any where there without being hindered ,stopped at a checkpoint for money or a lift by a drunken soldier, Unobtrusively go through security at airports , stopped by police on a Friday who want beer money.

To be able to just go anywhere when you like do what you like and no one causing deliberate obstruction in the name of security [baksheesh] is a right we need to treasure. I have been trying to put my finger on what it is that I miss about Aus and I think this is it the freedom to enjoy our own country and I think above all maintain our personal freedom.

All to himself at Filey

Filey Jills Flat the yellowish colour at the end

 Those of you who have known me for a while know the value I put on my own space and the dislike I have for the invasion of it and the fundamentals of personal freedom that I may at some stages push a little to the extreme. [Some may call it selfishness and you could be right] I think the loss of that freedom is the hardest thing about living in the Sudan not the heat, remotness, mud dust and blood sucking invertebrates, But the inability to be free to go when and where I want to.

York ambience