tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278215142011-04-22T03:00:15.158+01:00trying to be an angel on a bicycle in London... (and sometimes in the country)....Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839668772947534110noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27821514.post-1162662149538365992006-11-04T17:37:00.000Z2006-11-04T17:45:14.293Z

This is the first time in a few months that the wings have had an outing to the capital of England. They also had come back from a trip to the capitals of both Eire and the North of Ireland, so were feeling rather well travelled. Before I write a few words about this trip, I would like to record a funny story which is rather overdue in terms of my writing it down, but there you go…. In the

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I find myself yet again on a train and as I have been absent from my blog for many days, thought I should write some words down. For the last few days I have been surrounded by giants in the highlands of Scotland. One officially classified a giant, redhead, six feet 8 inches, kiltwearing Scot. Amazing. Another giant in the spiritual sense, he has a lot of authority in the realms many don’t have

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well. at last i have a little (and it is little so please excuse spelling and grammatical errors) window to write. last week i got to hang out with a real live dragon slayer which was amazing. can you imagine? he slays dragons. Very well I think judging by his character. But he doesn't give away many secrets, so I am yet to discover the most effective way of engaging in this activity. Maybe I

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I have been rather bad at updating this - things have been very busy and my feet feel like they haven't touched the ground for the last couple of weeks. I have some really interesting things to write about but not enough time this morning, so to pique your interest, here is a picture....perhaps you can try and guess the story behind it...p.s. I was very surprised to hear from someone that there

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I think that is how it is spelt? But in any case that is what is shrouding me at the moment...I have spent the last few days in Belfast, Northern England and Scotland, sans wings. 1. they were quite bulky for me to take on the plane, but also 2. I left in a bit of a rush for the airport and kind of also forgot them. So I am having a little rest from the angeling. However, some of the people I

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Well. I actually don’t know where to start with this posting which (just to warn you) will, I suspect, be the longest yet. Some quite extraordinary and Super Natural things (and some not so extraordinary things) have happened in the last few days and it is very exciting to have been in the bubbles where they happened. London is a jolly big place where millions of people live yet I think I have

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I have seen flowers come in stony placesAnd kind things done by men with ugly facesAnd the gold cup won by the worst horse at the racesSo I trust, too.(John Masefield)

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People I met on the way from London to Cornywall in the course of 2 days In chronological order here they are… Who: Joel, around 18/19yrsWhere: Northern line underground trainOccupation: currently in a gap year before starting University in London.He has a real grasp of justice and the need to address global inequality – is interested in politics and campaigning. (Just my bag too). It

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Yesterday I found out that one of my guinea fowls is sitting on eggs. I had no idea that such a delicate bird could produce so many. There are well over 24. That is a serious clutch. It’s well hidden in the middle of one of the flower beds and I think she is broody enough to stay sitting on them until they hatch. Apparently the incubation period is just over 3 weeks so I will keep updating the

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Yesterday I heard something really funny. From two independent sources of the grape vine. They, and some others, meet together every few weeks to do a bit of praying and things. Someone was giving a little talk (the subject I am not sure about) but apparently he told this story...When out and about last week, a creature with wings on a bicycle whizzed past him...and as he believes in things

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I haven't really had very many long conversations with people in the last few days, but I have met briefly some treasures. There was J, a ticket tout who I met at Liverpool Street. He has travelled a lot around the world but got tired of the sex, drugs, drink overload that apparently comes with the job...he was definitely looking for something. There was also a fun guy on a motorbike and we had a

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....from lots of activity yesterday. The new bicycle was safely delivered to its new owner yesterday after I had a chance to show it a bit of London yesterday. It even has dynamo lights (I may have said that before) - so cool, even if it does make rather a funny noise on the wheel...I spent some time in the afternoon with a great friend of mine who is taking some time out of normal life. He is a

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I am a little bit known for often being late. This usually happens when there is a train to catch or plane (though I am not able to say, like my friend EC, that I have only missed 2 flights in my life... - that is an achievement) - and I end up running with arms flailing and bags flying along the platform/departures lounge... So I am taking a slight risk by writing this just before I leave for

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a bird has just deposited a present on my laptop - fortunately not into the keyboard or it would be rather tricky to remove. Lovely. It is another glorious day and the son is beautifully warm. Yesterday I had afternoon tea with my grandmama; she made rock buns and fresh orange juice and told me a story about some friends of hers who are the wardens of a small local quaker group. One sunday

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This is rather a treat. I am sitting in the garden in the country having travelled down from London yesterday. It is amazing not to have the roar of traffic but the sound of birds (mostly, to be honest, my polka dot guinea fowls) and to feel the son on my face. The greeness is delicious. I have just done some restorative work on my wings...having never made them before, they will probably be for

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Most people who ride bicycles around London are sensible. They wear helmets, yellow vests, and trouser clips. I wear wings. Large white feathery wings which flap out behind me at speed and settle down on my shoulders at traffic lights. Not only does this give me an aerodynamic advantage (though I am yet to take off, I need to work on the acceleration), it also means that I meet some incredible

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