Cobwebs? What cobwebs?

A lovely walk with Daughter and Louie today certainly blew away the cobwebs. Would have blown us away if it had been offshore instead of on. My attempts to photograph the huge waves splashing failed miserably.

Then it was home and thinking about the project I mentioned before going on holiday. The idea of a pilgrimage through grace.

My first plan to read Amazing Grace was stymied when I found I didn't have it as I'd thought. I also realised it's called, What's So Amazing about Grace? by Philip Yancey. So I've ordered that and instead sat down with The Ragamuffin Gospel by Brennan Manning. I did what I never do: marked out significant passages. Then fell asleep. This is the problem when I sit down comfortably in the afternoon. Maybe I'll have to sit at my desk and read. 

I was determined to make a start on my 'pilgrimage' as already I'm losing confidence in my ability and/or perseverance. Things aren't helped by my lack of clarity about where I want to go with it as I'm not sure the place/condition I'm aiming for exists, at least not for long.  Or indeed if a study type pilgrimage will get me there, wherever that is.

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Back less than five days and already I've emailed the PM and my MP about the government's failure to stand up to and speak out against the Far Right. Instead they seem to be pandering to them. Husband tells me they are acting as they are as they want to win over those who would vote for the FR. I say they should think about their own voters first, the ones who are getting disillusioned. I could never be an MP; I am too controlled by my heart.

We're watching Hostage on Netflix. The husband of the British Prime Minister is kidnapped and held hostage. The kidnappers want her to resign. Her daughter and father can't understand why she refuses. 

(Just scratched my head and got fingernails full of sand from our windy walk.)

Think I'll do a bit of gardening now.