into the enchanted wood...

I really wish I could control picture placement on these posts! They come out in an arbitrary order - still, the above collection gives some idea of my wondrous journey. I really did feel like an intrepid explorer in a strange land...

I've been to Lyme Regis twice before.

The first time, in 1998, I wrote 'Forgetting part of oneself is like losing a limb. Maintaining the whole is the way to fulfillment... I wake to see a perfect crescent moon floating over a gently undulating sea.'

The second time, I rode my motorbike (into the sunset!) for an 'artist's date' overnight trip to Abbotsbury, cruising the coast road as far as Lyme before heading home. I took Helen's copy of Louise deSalvo's Writing as a way of healing, and my notebook opened and closed with writings and sketches from along that section of coastline...

This third time, a much more challenging trek than even the treadmill pebbles of Chesil Beach...

Life is indeed enchantment.